'What the hell am I doing…? It feels like something is clouding my mind, causing me to fight like an utter and absolute idiot…'
'Wait…could it be…?'
Orion's gaze blazed with utter wrath as an explosion burst forth from his body, expelling all attacks as his opponents were pushed away.
'The curse has began affecting my mind and intellect…?'
Orion was a man that fought without any limit.
When he fought the light dragon, he'd managed to somehow summon a gate that led all the way back to hell, create a method that could steal other people's Daos while also awakening a horrifyingly powerful form of intent.
And that was just one of the many battles he'd had in this mortal life but now, what was he doing?
Mere elemental attacks? Simple dodges? Simple spells? Rudimentary spearmanship?
Was any of this worth of the titles he'd gained previsouly? The First Hunter? The Seraphim of Wisdom? The Emperor of Abominations?
