Recognition and taunts
In the harrowing aftermath of Orion's swift and merciless strike, the once relaxed chamber fell into stunned silence, the air thick with tension and the acrid scent of magic. The two remaining mages stood frozen, their eyes locked onto the lifeless body of their fallen comrade, his severed head lying motionless upon the cold stone floor. Even in death, his visage remained frozen in a haunting expression of disbelief, a grim testament to the ruthless efficiency of Orion's assault.
As Orion moved once more, a sense of panic seized the hearts of the silver core mages, their shock giving way to frantic desperation as they unleashed their magic in haste: one a shap slases of wind and other frozen shards of ice. But Orion, a veritable whirlwind of deadly grace, easily dodged their hurried spells, his movements fluid and precise as he pressed forward with relentless determination.