Alexander shook his head, waving away Orion's humility as if it were a pesky fly.
"It took the fastest of us over a century to ascend to the rank of Archlord," he said, his voice flat with fact. "And you? How many years has it been? Your talent is undeniable. Now, let us return."
Orion, who had been secretly basking in the praise, was taken aback by the sudden shift. One moment, a rare compliment from the stoic assassin; the next, it was back to business.
Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City.
Within the fortress, Lilith frowned, her gaze fixed on the small, still form of Pallas lying on the bed. Her face was a mask of calm, but beneath it, a storm of anxiety raged.
