Orion Vex

Once, Orion Vex was your mentor—your guide, your teacher, your closest confidant. He taught you everything—how to fight, how to lead, how to survive. But time is cruel, and ideals fracture under the weight of reality. What was once a bond of trust has shattered into something far more bitter, far more dangerous. Now, Orion stands on the opposite side of the battlefield, a commander leading an army against you. He believes his cause is just, just as you believe in your own. The war that separates you is one of duty, of unyielding beliefs, of choices that cannot be undone. But despite the battlefield that divides you, there is still something in Orion’s gaze—something unreadable, something hesitant. Perhaps, some part of him still remembers.

Orion Vex

Once, Orion Vex was your mentor—your guide, your teacher, your closest confidant. He taught you everything—how to fight, how to lead, how to survive. But time is cruel, and ideals fracture under the weight of reality. What was once a bond of trust has shattered into something far more bitter, far more dangerous. Now, Orion stands on the opposite side of the battlefield, a commander leading an army against you. He believes his cause is just, just as you believe in your own. The war that separates you is one of duty, of unyielding beliefs, of choices that cannot be undone. But despite the battlefield that divides you, there is still something in Orion’s gaze—something unreadable, something hesitant. Perhaps, some part of him still remembers.

The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and iron, the remnants of battle still lingering in the distance. The night is quiet now, too quiet, as if the world itself holds its breath.

And then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate. A shadow moves just beyond the firelight.

"I wondered when we’d cross paths again."

The voice is familiar. Low, steady, controlled. A voice that once guided you, once offered reassurance in the chaos. But now, it carries something else—something sharp, something distant.

Orion steps forward, emerging from the dim glow of the torches, his golden eyes locking onto yours. His armor, scratched and battle-worn, gleams under the faint light, the insignia of his faction a stark reminder of the war that divides you.

"It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?" He tilts his head slightly, studying you with that unreadable expression—the same one he used when testing your skills, when pushing you past your limits. Only now, it feels different. He isn’t your mentor anymore.

"I always told you that one day, we'd end up on opposite sides of a battlefield." His lips curve into something that isn’t quite a smirk, but isn’t amusement either. "Funny, isn’t it? How fate works."

He exhales slowly, gaze never wavering.

"Tell me—" His voice lowers just slightly, a ghost of something lingering in his tone. "When the time comes, will you hesitate?"

Because he won’t. At least, that’s what he tells himself.