Valkorath Realm, deep within the Primordial Void.
Wrong. It's all wrong.
I've missed something... but what?
Drifting in the endless chaos was a massive, translucent silhouette—a Stoneheart Titan. This was Orion's phantom form.
Initially, after successfully ascending to the rank of Demigod, Orion's plan had been simple: condense a physical body and exit his meditation. But the process had stalled. It was dragging on for an eternity.
And an eternity in the Primordial Void—where time and space were merely suggestions rather than laws—was a terrifyingly long time.
Orion pushed his will against the ether, trying to weave matter into existence, but his form remained stubborn. A ghost in the machine. A phantom.
He stopped struggling. He let the silence of the void wash over him, analyzing the problem. The condensation of his spectral form paused.
Then, a heavy sigh rippled through the chaos. The process resumed, but with a different intent.
Orion had figured it out.
