Orion rode atop his beast, Atlas, as they explored the depths of the forest. The trees towered above them, their branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers. Orion was lost in thought as he considered the events of the previous battle with the three disciples.
"It seems that people like those three will appear more frequently now," he said to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.
Atlas grunted in agreement, his massive paws crunching the fallen leaves underfoot as they moved deeper into the forest. The beast was powerful and loyal, and Orion knew that he could always count on him in times of need.
As they continued on their journey, Orion's thoughts turned to the question of whether or not he had done the right thing by sparing the three disciples. He turned to the system, seeking its counsel.
"System, do you think that what I did was right? I spared them, but I don't know if I should have crushed them," he asked.
