"This is only the beginning," Orion said, his voice steady beside her. The gale of Abyssal energy Delilah was drawing into herself whipped the Deathly Soul-Reaper's cloak into a frenzy.
Orion tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the unseen heights above, as if he could already see the third level of the Abyss.
Half a month flew by.
Delilah's arrival streamlined everything. With her taking over all administrative and logistical duties, the construction of Vigil's Point proceeded at a breakneck pace. Orion, however, remained on the second level. He was waiting for Makareth.
These past weeks, Makareth had been scrambling to consolidate his claim on the former Demondrake territory. Even with the Deputy Commander backing him, absorbing the domain of an arch lord was proving to be a monumental task.
"Hahaha! Hulk! Your apprentice has come to see you off!"
In the distance, Makareth's voice boomed. He was driving a large group of Orcs toward the fortress.
