บท 417: Luna Meets A Primordial Being

My eyes shot down toward the corpse of a young man with short brown hair and pitch-black eyes. His life was slowly fading as his chest plate had been torn open by large axes and swords, his guts spilling out onto the battlefield. 

I could only wonder to myself how Orion was going to escape this. How was he going to press forward and save himself… but then, everything around us went black. The pittering and pattering of rain quickly stopped, and the throbbing of light illuminated the darkness in front of me. 

Squinting, I saw a single woman. She was beautiful, dressed in all-white robes, and had a tiara made from silver. And with a wave of her hand, the corpse that had become Orion molded and shifted into a soft yellow light drifting across the plane of darkness.