Don’t let our lord down

Time flew by, and over half a month slipped past.

Near the void passage, Orion finally sensed that awe-inspiring sacred power again. In a brief moment of disorientation, he was pulled back to his own Blackstone City.

At the same time, a light rain began to fall. It was the first rain of spring, and its arrival signaled the end of the dark beast tides.

Boom, rumble!

Feeling the raindrops pattering against him, Orion transformed into lightning and thundered across the skies over Blackstone City. The sight and sound of swirling lightning and thunder announced Orion's return.

All of the Alpha-level warriors in the Horde looked up with broad smiles, staring at Orion's silhouette overhead, eyes blazing with fervor.

"Council meeting in half a day!"

Orion's voice resonated far and wide, reaching every corner of the city—filling all his people with a sense of reassurance.

"Yes, my lord!"

"Got it!"

"…"