At first, Orion assumed the unease gnawing at him was merely the lingering influence of the Flower Goddess—after all, he still held a Seed of her Will in his possession.
But as time passed, a colder, sharper realization took hold.
The looming crisis wasn't coming from a single deity like the Flower Goddess. It was the silence of the true gods that was deafening. The hidden Demigods, the slumbering titans of the Sixth Stage... they were all hoarding their strength, waiting in the dark.
Orion couldn't say exactly what form the catastrophe would take, but his instincts screamed that a storm was gathering.
"Just smoke and mirrors!"
Leonidas's growl snapped Orion out of his reverie. The dragon was visibly irritated. He had flinched at a statue—a mere construct—and worse, he had done it in front of Orion. For a World Dragon, that kind of embarrassment required blood to wash away.
"Oblivion Sphere!"
The words seemed to grind through Leonidas's teeth, half-incantation, half-curse.
