CHAPTER 851
"Wh-What do you mean by that?!" Grey was the first one to break into a panic, his eyes widening in horror as he stared at Orion's altered form.
….
The entire coliseum fell into a tomb-like silence, save for Orion's heavy, rhythmic breathing.
He seemed to relish the raw fright etched onto the faces of the people before him, basking in the terror he projected.
Fenrir's heart skipped a beat the longer he stared at Orion.
More fragmented images flashed across his mind, piece by piece.
"How—How is this possible? It—it wasn't as potent as this before. How—How did it happen?"
"So it was you!" A heavy, resonant voice shouted from the spectator stands.
Everyone turned to see Thalos jumping down from the wreckage where he had been blasted.
Pinkish blood dribbled down his stone chin as he glared at Orion, who merely tilted his head in a mocking gesture.
