The whole situation felt off, but Orion couldn't put his finger on the catch. All he could do was watch as the demigod phantom and the Demondrake arch lord vanished into the rift. He let out a quiet sigh only after the tear in reality had sealed itself completely.
It wasn't that he was afraid to throw down with a demigod. It was just… unnecessary. The phantom had offered him compensation in a way they could both accept. Getting all of Cydothan's territory without losing a single soldier was a massive win. He hadn't even had to deploy his troops.
Of course, he was almost certain the deal came with a few nasty surprises attached. The unknown demigod had definitely left a poisoned gift for him somewhere in the fine print.
But Orion didn't care. He had no intention of staying on the second layer of the Abyss forever. Whatever traps lay in wait would be Makareth's problem to clean up. After all, this was his designated base of operations.
