Only then, in that moment, did Witch finally stop seeing Orion as a junior.
This Death-Soul, this peerless entity that was unbeatable at its level… it was proof that the Champions Alliance's newest member was every bit as strong as Arthas, Leonidas, or Alexander were at the same rank. He might even be stronger. Which meant, in a direct comparison, Orion's current combat power was likely greater than her own or Clown's.
Damn it all!
A surge of frustration washed over Witch. She had deliberately avoided the Deputy Commander and the others, wanting no part in the high-stakes demigod battle. And now, she'd run straight into a monster on the arch lord battlefield whose avatar was powerful beyond all imagination.
"You're even stronger than I thought," she said, her voice strained. "It seems if I don't use one of my real trump cards, you'll start to look down on me."
Witch brought her hands together before her chest in a gesture of prayer.
