Seeing this, the three heavily frowned as their bodies slowly fused with each other.
As this happened, more versions of Blue, red and purple appeared, all fusing with the other. If Orion had cared to count he would've noticed that more than hundreds of millions of such clones had appeared.
After a while all the fusions between the three started fusing amongst themselves, aiming to reach their singular ultimate form. This process should've taken hours and yet, in an instant, a single being stood in front of Orion.
Bearing a visage of madness and evil, this being had long dark hair and eyes containing three nearly fused pupils; one blue, another red and the last one purple.
The being that Orion would call Black, summoned a simple and rusty bastard sword the size of his own body.
Noticing that Orion was still gazing at the skies, Black sighed, not bothering to comment on his arrogance.
"Do you know how formations work?" Calmly asked Orion.
