Chapter 18: Spark
The walls flickered with shifting holograms—recorded battles of past warriors moving with near-perfect precision, their forms captured in crisp high-definition.
Each movement was flawless and effortless.
Orion exhaled slowly. That was the goal.
Aryan stood at the sidelines, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. His presence was more imposing than usual, like a sentinel watching for the smallest imperfection.
"Stride," Aryan instructed, his voice even but firm. "Three steps. Cut the activation on the fourth."
Orion nodded, rolling his shoulders. He reached inward, feeling for the familiar imprint of Stride within his Mindscape. The moment he activated it, his body responded.
First step—smooth. Too smooth.
Second—weightless, effortless.
Third—his movement felt frictionless, his foot barely making contact with the ground before gliding forward.
Fourth—
He tried to stop. His body didn't.