"It's going to take longer than expected," Orion mused and charged forward, engaging the knights in brutal melee combat. Each move a precise and lethal ballet. By keeping the fight at such a close range, he rendered their magic useless, forcing them to confront him with edges of steel.
Orion was a tempest, a whirlwind of controlled fury and precise strikes. One by one, the knights fell, unable to withstand his relentless assault. His blade flashed, cutting through the ranks like a hot knife through butter, leaving a trail of fallen foes in his wake. The battlefield was his domain, and he moved through it with otherworldly skill, demonstrating the sheer dominance he held over his adversaries.
Amidst the tumultuous clash, a sudden, powerful mana signature surged through Orion's senses, its sheer potency overwhelming all his mind. The air vibrated with the intensity of the approaching force, like the tremors before an earthquake.