Amidst the remnants of his shattered weapon, a revelation surged through Orion like a bolt of lightning, igniting his senses with newfound clarity. In the wake of Raven's destruction of the black sword, dark sparks of energy crackled to life once more, unveiling the true nature of the power he faced.
In that moment of realization, Orion understood the grim truth. Raven was not merely a wielder of the dark fog; he possessed an unnatural affinity akin to the necromancer he had once encountered, yet with a darker distinction. He wielded the power of decay, an insidious force capable of corroding and disintegrating all that dared to oppose him.
"Serving a purpose till the very end, huh?" Orion mused bitterly, his thoughts turning to his fallen obsidian sword. Even in its demise, it had revealed a crucial detail, a testament to its unwavering loyalty.