"Don't look at me like that. You're making it weird," Leonidas sniffed, tilting his chin up in a display of practiced arrogance. "Purifying Faith Energy is just one of my many talents."
It was true. The energy they were gifting Orion was raw Faith they had refined but not yet absorbed.
They knew the score. Orion was the anchor. His projection needed to be stabilized immediately if they wanted to hold the Ever-Burning Volcano. More importantly, Orion's terrifying combat performance had taken a massive weight off their shoulders.
They had repelled a Third-Stage Demigod. Once word of that got out, predators would think twice before sniffing around the Ashenheart Domain.
Divine Kingdom. The Firmament.
When the abyssal vortex dragged the Mirror of Theras into his realm, Orion's true body was waiting.
He caught the object as it fell. It was a simple, circular lens, pitch-black and smooth, looking like a piece popped out of a giant pair of sunglasses.
