The air surrounding Orion's figure crackled as the deafening thunder materialized and roamed throughout his body. He hovered above the heavens like a god, his eyes filled to the brim with madness while a hideous grin etched itself upon his lips. He had been dishonored, and he must reclaim it. In an instant, a flash of light replaced him.
He became a bolt of lightning, piercing through the skies and bringing forth storms of unknown proportions. The Dragon of Liberation merely narrowed its arrogant gaze as a blazing golden thunderbolt crackled throughout its body. Orion wasn't mere the one capable of wielding the storms.
A shockwave of energy was expelled from its body, blowing away the forming storm in mere moments. The radiant sun gleamed from the now blue skies as Orion was nowhere to be found. One thought entered the dragon's mind. Did the Apostle escape? No, it was impossible. After all, these bastards were as prideful as their masters.
