The Ultimate Host

The double damage every around Orion's body turned into spikes which made the giant axe-wielding spirit's right hand burst into blood. This caused the giant axe-wielding spirit to start screaming like a siren. Orion landed perfectly on his feet, quickly charging up a Double Damage Reinforced Blast in his hands firing it at the axe-wielding spirit"s chest. The spirit now had a huge hole in the center of his chest. It however was still alive. Orion walked up to the giant incredibly sharp axe, chopping the head of the spirit off. He was bathed in blue blood. Spirits could only be killed in the Astral Plane. They couldn't be killed in the world of the living. Orion was breathing heavily like a racehorse. He wiped the blood from his eyes. As he snapped his fingers he ended back in the world of the living. He didn't have a splash of blood on his body. He picked up his gallon bottle of water and guzzled it down, burping loudly.

Jon's Zen's office Northwest Wings Inside Giant Mansion...

Before Zion Ferguson walked into his chambers Jon Zen was readying an ancient book that held many secrets about The Brotherhood Of The Light only the elders knew about. As he heard a knock on his foor, he placed the boom in a secret compartment in his desk. " Come in." The door is open." As the door creaked open, Zion walked in, with a serious expression on his face. " Ah, Zion." " Just the person I wanted to see." "Sit down and make yourself comfortable." " I am pretty sure we have much important business to discuss." "No thanks." " I won't be here that long." "I only came to your office for one thing." "My money." Jon Ze. stood up from his chair, clearing his throat. " What money?" " I never promised you or The Brotherhood Of The Light nothing." Zion's patience was growing thinner than a strand of hair " Look I don't give a f.u.c.k hoe strong you think you are." " I want my money." Jon Zen began chuckling. " Oh, now I get it." " I said I would give you a reward." " I never said the reward would be money.

Jon Zen walked up to the fireplace, inserting his sharp index fingernail into a very small keyhole, turning his sharp index fingernail counterclockwise. Suddenly the fire in the fireplace was dispersed. The fireplace opened up revealing a flight of stairs. " Come." "Follow me." Zion followed behind Jon Zen. Before The Zen's took over The City Of New Malar, it belonged to the incredibly rich family, The Malars who claimed many riches, and ancient weapons from around the world and different dimensions. However, since the Malars were killed off, Jon Zen claimed everything they ever worked for. Jon Zen took Zion to a dungeon filled with many treasures and anxiety weapons. " Pick any weapon you want." Zion began scavenging through the ancient weapons. Suddenly he saw a crown that looked like horns. He picked it up and examined it. " I am going with this." The legendary cursed Crown Of Horns lost for generations. Stolen from the famous necromancer Griffin. Legend says that he made the Crown Of Horns from the horns of demons.