Orion closed his eyes, focusing on his connection with the spirit realm and spirituality.
Slowly reopening his eyes, a multicolored wave of light enveloped his entire being as his palm became once again covered by the power of his void flames.
Plunging it into the old man's chest, it seemed to transcend the physical plane and directly reach the man's soul space.
Within the old man's soul space, a massive dark blue hand appeared. His soul which was already bound by flaming dark blue filaments violently shook as fear overtook it.
"I'LL SPEAK! PLEASE HAVE MERCY! PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF CHAOS! PLEASE!" The man pleaded in horror as he felt his very existence and soul melt.
"Oh man, I didn't even get to try my soldiers of lust! Well, I'm sure I'll have other occasions to try them."
Orion was absolutely unbothered by the man's horrified expression as he formed a throne of darkness, on which he promptly sat on.
"Go ahead."
