To Orion, the difference between the Witch and the Clown was the difference between a candle and a forest fire. Both were avatars, yes, but the power fueling them operated on entirely different tiers of reality.
"If you're saying that," Leonidas mused, his eyes narrowing, "then the Clown has likely ascended. He is a true Demigod."
He swirled the wine in his goblet, his expression darkening. "Alexander suspected as much the last time they clashed. If the Clown has truly crossed that threshold, and if he has the full backing of the Cult's faith... he's going to be a nightmare to deal with."
For a First Step Demigod like Leonidas, a one-on-one fight with the Clown was now a gamble with poor odds.
"Hulk, what about the Witch?" Leonidas asked. The question itself was a tacit admission that Orion was now the yardstick by which they measured power.
"She's weak," Orion said flatly. "Her soul lacks the density, the purity of a true ascendant. She is not a threat."
