"Gods above," Orion muttered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the swirling chaos of the vortex. "There are other roots in the mix. Someone else is siphoning the World Essence."
His suspicion immediately locked onto three targets.
"Those sneaky bastards," he spat, though a grim smile tugged at his lips. "Even in the middle of a grand sacrifice, they won't pass up a chance to line their own pockets."
He almost felt a flicker of pity for Archbishop Kysar. While the man was pouring every ounce of his strength into tethering these worlds, his three 'comrades' were busy driving daggers into his back. Orion had no intention of exposing them, nor would he interfere. Instead, he leaned into his own connection, focused entirely on gorging himself on the siphoned World Essence to bolster his own power.
In the void beyond, within the Divine Kingdom known as The Asura Zenith...
