Friends

“What good years, wasted on trash like you.” With these words, Orion cast off his old shell. His old personality. His old kindness. That betrayal was the last straw that broke apart the last vestiges of softness and kindness within his body. Such feelings weren't welcomed during an apocalypse anyways. If he could, he would thank them. Then kill them again. A lycan left no enemies alive after all. * Regressing to the beginning of the apocalypse with profound knowledge of the future and the betrayal of his closest friends in his heart, Orion sought only one thing. He would utilize everything that he could to become the strongest, even if it meant throwing his humanity away. That was the start of his reign. It was the slow Advent of the Void Lycan.