"A Second Step Demigod... honestly, I expected more of a fight."
Orion stared at his open palms, flexing his fingers.
It wasn't until the dust settled that the reality of his own growth truly hit him. He had reached a level of power that defied logic. If a second-stage demigod felt this fragile beneath his hands, what about the third stage?
In that silence, Orion's ambition shifted. He stopped looking at the step in front of him and cast his gaze toward the summit.
What would happen if I descended with a portion of my actual divine body? he wondered. What kind of destruction would that unleash?
The phenomenon that had just crushed his enemy wasn't even a true descent. It was merely a projection of his Divine Kingdom—a shadow cast by his power. Yet, that mere shadow had been enough to obliterate a second-stage demigod, grinding them into nothingness.
Orion felt a tightness in his chest, a sudden surge of awe for the existence that lay beyond the realm of demigods.
