Shackles of the Past

The swordsman's greatsword carved through the air, forcing Liam and Kai to retreat as the sheer force of his swings shattered the ground beneath them. Sparks flew when Selene's daggers clashed against his blade, her swift strikes unable to break through his overwhelming strength.

Liam's mind raced. The way the swordsman fought—it wasn't reckless, nor was it purely calculated. There was hesitation, a weight behind each attack as if he was holding himself back.

Kai wiped sweat from his brow, breathing heavily. "This guy… he's strong, but something's off. He could've killed us by now, but he hasn't."

Selene narrowed her eyes, keeping her distance. "He's testing us. Or maybe… himself."

Liam gritted his teeth. They couldn't keep dodging forever. His Override ability was still active, and he needed to turn the tide. His Ravager circled their opponent, snarling, waiting for an opening. But the swordsman's stance remained steady—he wasn't giving any.

Then, for the first time, the man spoke without aggression.

"…You're holding back."

Liam's eyes widened.

"I can see it. You're hesitating. Just like me." His grip on the greatsword trembled for a brief moment. "What are you afraid of?"

Liam didn't answer.

The swordsman exhaled sharply, frustration flickering in his gaze. "I thought fighting you would give me the answer." His voice was no longer that of a ruthless opponent but of a man seeking something more.

A Past that Refuses to Fade

Suddenly, a dark aura flickered around the swordsman. His body stiffened, and his expression twisted in pain.

"No… Not yet…!" he growled, clutching his head.

Liam's instincts screamed at him. Something was wrong.

Selene leaped backward. "Liam, something's happening!"

The air grew heavy, an oppressive energy pouring from the swordsman as his body began to tremble. His greatsword cracked, as if unable to contain the power within him.

Then—a memory surfaced.

—A battlefield, flames rising around him.

—A group of warriors, fighting alongside him.

—A voice calling his name. "Orion, fall back! It's a trap!"

But he didn't.

He had failed. He had let them die.

And the system… the cursed system that ruled this world… had deemed him unworthy of power.

That day, he lost everything.

The Awakening of Orion

Orion's roar shattered the silence, and the ground beneath him cracked as his body surged with newfound energy. His armor morphed, dark metal expanding over his limbs, his greatsword reshaping into a colossal black cleaver pulsating with energy.

Liam's eyes widened. "He's… awakening?"

Echo's voice buzzed in his earpiece, tense. "This is bad. He's undergoing an evolution. His stats are spiking rapidly."

Kai gripped his blades. "So this is what an Awakening looks like…"

Orion's gaze snapped to them, his expression no longer filled with hesitation—only power.

He exhaled slowly, raising his new weapon. "No more doubts." His voice was steady, resolute. "This time, I will prove that I deserve to stand among the strong."

Then, he vanished—his speed suddenly overwhelming.

A moment later, the battlefield exploded.

End of Chapter 16