'What a fucking idiot…' thought Vulkron with a sigh as he sensed the powerful auras that quickly approached them.
Looking at Orion's grin he didn't sigh nor complain as he summoned snacks and began watching the events unfold.
After so long, what point was there in worrying? Orion had said it himself countless times, if he died then so be it. That would be his fate.
The three beings that rushed toward Orion seemed to be the very personification of the elements.
One was a humanoid figure entirely made out ice, covered in dark runes as its bloody scarlet eyes reeked of death and slaughter.
The other was a figure entirely made out of flames, its body covered in golden runes as a violent aura reminiscent of war and conflict emanated from it.
The last was a giant, entirely made out of stone as each stone was covered in a differently coloured rune.
