Orion could've stayed back and battled until the bitter end but he simply had enough.
He loved to battle and struggle as he discovered new parts of the world but the most part of this trip had been filled with just pain.
He was a tough nut to crack but that didn't mean he liked being pushed to his limits.
Throughout his time in that strange world, he hadn't been able to fight against a single opponent that wasn't way older than him or that was in the same realm as him.
He constantly had to look up, punch up and scheme with no end if he wanted to survive. He was tired. This would be the one and only time he'd allow himself to run from a battle.
Either way, he had bigger fish to fry. He still had a massive curse hanging over his head.
Though thanks to the Chaos flame, he'd managed to bypass some restrictions of his curse and form his bloodline, he still couldn't advance to the Ethereal realm.
