Loki halted his hand and then looked towards Orion who was lying a few meters away. He gestured him to show the sword, to which Orion silently closed his eyes, as he willed the ring on his finger to transform into SkiaZitao, which appeared in his left hand.
Loki smiled in his victory, as he slowly walked towards him. All he could see was the sword in the hand of Orion. It was his freedom, his end of the long-lasting suffering of centuries. It was the start of his vow of revenge.
"Ah! So you do care. That's a good trait, Orion."
Orion was lying in his pool of blood which was leaking from his chest as well as mouth wounds. His eyes roamed and found the eyes of Vali who was behind Loki who looked at him, furiously shaking his head.
"You know sometimes I feel like you are not so bad but other times you just seriously get on my nerves.
What if you had given me Sword earlier, see I still….."