Balor's voice was ragged and hoarse, with each phrase followed by a labored breath.
It was obvious that his life was hanging by a thread. Resorting to the powerful Forbidden Bite had clearly come at a steep cost. If Orion hadn't possessed Titan Form and the Titan's Roar, he would've been digested in that black void long ago. But when that space collapsed under the Titan's Roar, Balor wound up suffering a horrific backlash, leaving him gravely wounded and close to death.
"I've lost."
"Orion, you're the true Giant King now.
But I, too, was once king of the giants…if only for a time."
And so ended the reign of Balor of the Starveil Giants. There was no flourish or pity—just the bare fact that victory belongs to those who earn it, defeat to those who fail.
"Travel well—may you return to the Titan God's embrace."
Orion reached into Balor's body, retrieved his Lord's Stone, then picked up Balor's corpse and rose steadily into the sky.