In the aftermath, Orion felt a pang of disappointment. For all the power unleashed, the demigod projections had left no tangible spoils, no echo of their power to be claimed. He now understood.
Killing a will-projection was not like felling a true foe; it was merely wounding the great beast, severing a single claw from a monster with a thousand more. The projections had only been able to manifest in such solid forms because of the immense, life-giving energy of the Spring of Life itself.
The enemy is slain, he thought, shaking off the feeling. But to be safe, I must leave this place quickly.
He closed his eyes, and once more summoned the Asura Titan Form. The Commander's Blade Flash still pulsed in its primary right hand, smaller now, but no less absolute. He had learned a valuable lesson: to actively wield the ward as a weapon cost far more than letting it act as a passive defense.
