"I'm no follower of the moon," Orion retorted, his voice sharp and resolute, betraying no hint of wavering in his conviction.
Adron arched an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze. "Is that so? Then how do you explain your ability to dispel magic?" he challenged, his tone laced with doubt.
Orion felt the weight of Adron's scrutiny bearing down upon him, the question echoing in his mind like a haunting refrain. Though he longed to provide a steadfast rebuttal, he found himself grappling with uncertainty. The truth gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, a nagging doubt planted by Casus's insidious words.
Deep within, Orion acknowledged the unsettling possibility that he might indeed be one of the "moon-blessed." Yet, he staunchly refused to yield to such a notion, 'Not here, not to this angry bull atleast.' Orion thought as he eyed the adrons bulging figure.