A few fireballs bore down on Marcus’ retreating figure, making the Asian looking boy break out in sweat, but a wall of darkness rose from his back and blocked the attacks long enough to allow him entrance past the barricade’s entrance.Orion had already shifted his body, his muscles expanding while his legs took on its digitigrade form. This time he let the dark fur cake his skin once more, hidden beneath his barely hanging shirt and jeans. At the moment, the transformation covered up everywhere but his chest and abdomen, along with his internal organs. He waved his hands and summoned three rays of darkness that flowed into the army of aberrants and managed to accurately find the variants responsible for attempting to light Marcus up. His attack hadn’t been able to kill them but he wasn’t intending to. “Sasha, take care of them!” The next second a trail of dark smoke rose into the sky from three locations, allowing anyone to easily keep track of the three fire ball wielding variants

Orion's movements became a blur of precision and violence. His claws tore through aberrant flesh with ease, while his tendrils whipped around him in a deadly dance, holding some enemies in place while slicing others to ribbons.He didn’t let thought into his mind besides how to cut the aberrants before him in a quick and efficient manner. He had to make sure that at least a significant portion of the aberrant wave focused on him, so as to allow the others a bit of breathing space.He ignored the multiple aberrants jumping at him as he channeled his darkness through his feet before allowing it to erupt as a tree of dark spikes that pierced through the aberrants’ skins. Of course this wasn’t the case for all of them. The more physically stronger variants rushed forward regardless, ignoring the injuries inflicted upon their bodies as they approached him. Yet Orion had planned for that as well.He inhaled deeply before letting out a loud howl, with Ether boiling at the tip of his tongue.

Orion didn't bother with the aberrants and variants that wished to drown him with attacks. Instead he jumped, his powerful legs easily sending him to the top of a wrecked building. He didn’t slip even with the shaky foundation beneath his feet.A group of aberrants had appeared behind him, keen on flooding the human before them with their dreadful might, each of them possessing a Late stage level of strength. This was the punishment for leaving a trial mid-way. Yet Orion couldn’t be bothered.He simply roused his mana, manipulating it in such an intricate manner that all current Evolvers would widen their eyes in shock. His hands hung limply by his side as he leaned forward as though preparing for a sprint. What Orion was doing could be considered insane. The last time he had used the full power of the Guardian Claw Art, he had almost died from the backlash alone. Using it now, when he hadn’t even fully grasped who his enemies would be once he got to his brother seemed infinitely stu

For once Orion’s thoughts converged and spoke out a single word. ‘Run.’ Every fiber of his being was telling him to run as fast as possible from this woman. Yet, his body didn’t move. He couldn’t. He could feel it. If he ran away right now, she would waste no time to wipe his head clean off. So he stood still, forcing a calm expression to mask his face. His muscles remained tense though, and his hold on Teresa was so tight that any further could possibly crush her bones. He had faced a fear which far surpassed hers. This was why he was able to forcefully reign in his emotions and simply stare apathetically at her. The woman in question was dressed quite simply. Wearing a tank top that revealed her toned arm muscles and sweatpants that were rolled up to her calves. Her skin was a light caramel color, looking as though she had spent god knows how many products to keep them as smooth as could be. Yet anyone on Earth would be shocked to know that that color was her natural skin tone.

_ Name: Orion Russell Age: 17 Class: Last Stage, 1st Stratum Void Lycanthrope Ether Points: 83 Health: 100% Ether: 100% Strength: 162 Constitution: 171 Agility: 136 Etheric Power: 160 Intelligence: 110 Perception: 141 Skills: Werewolf Transformation (Active) – Level 8 Dark Manipulation (Active) – Level 5 Transcendent Regeneration (Passive) – Level 5 Void Sight (Passive) – Level 6 Wolf’s Howl (Active) – Level 1 _ Orion at this point was only about a hundred attribute points from evolving into the watershed that was the 2nd Stratum. Yet even with such stats, that were basically pushed to the Pseudo 2nd Stratum realm when he transformed, weren’t enough to overcome the tyrant-like force that was unleashed by Sarah while she tried her best to hold back her strength. Her training had left Orion with multiple broken bones and long gashes on his skin that had yet to heal as he haplessly kissed the stone cold ground with his busted lips. He had to admit that the training wa