"Is he working for them?" The question gnawed at him, as he considered those mysterious, white-masked puppeteers of Wyvren. Suddenly, Orion's keen instincts detected an ominous undertone to it all—a lurking danger that transcended the simple matters of smuggling or enslavement, as Spy Master Casus had informed him. A revelation beckoned, hinting at a deeper and more sinister truth.
Meanwhile, raven, the enigmatic figure Orion had targeted, began to flee at his appearance. Even if the man had miraculously survived, he was closer to death than life. Observing Raven's futile attempt to escape, Orion's figure blurred and re-materialized behind him with a fluid, almost surreal elegance. His blade sliced through the air, swiftly severing raven's remaining hand.