Within the realm of laws, Orion and The Lifeless Dreadgod watched as a tetrahedral rune flared with divine light. The rays condensed into thousands of holy swords that surged into the ethereal form of The Dais of Judgment, coalescing into the phantom of a lavishly dressed man.
Ghostly images flickered behind the phantom. Naked prisoners, covered in cursed brands, hung chained to The Dais of Judgment. They wailed. They begged. Their bodies and souls dissolved into nothingness, piece by piece.
"Another world descends!"
Orion wasn't surprised. Clown and the Cult of Four had orchestrated this disaster from the start. It made perfect sense for the Cult to intervene now. He would have been more shocked if they hadn't shown up.
"See what happens when you let yourself be played?" Orion asked, looking down at Insect Queen Moriphara. "Also, if you trespass on my turf, you'd better be ready to die."
