While Tiflos and Noor explored the hidden corners of the facility—wrapped in a fragile moment of honesty—Orion walked the opposite path. Deep underground, he followed Cain through narrow corridors leading to a sealed, unknown chamber.
"Why did you bring only me here?" Orion asked, trying to match Cain's brisk pace.
"Because what I'm about to teach you…" Cain replied without turning,
"…must remain unseen by everyone else."
They entered a vast hall, its walls black and coated with sound-dampening material. Giant mirrors lined every side, reflecting their silhouettes into infinity.
"Here," Cain said, facing Orion, "I will teach you how to turn your anger into a weapon."
"Anger?" Orion frowned. "But the trainers say anger blinds you. They say it destroys vision—literally."
Cain chuckled quietly.
"Anger blinds the weak. But those who tame it… become stronger than any Golden-Eyed elite."
The session began with strange breathing exercises, followed by brutal physical drills and relentless visual-ability tests. Cain pushed Orion to the edge of exhaustion—and then shoved him further.
"Faster. Stronger. Don't hesitate."
Cain's voice was cold and low, but firm—each command drilling deeper into Orion's mind.
Sweat streamed from Orion's body as he pushed through the agony.
After nearly an hour, Cain suddenly stopped.
"Why are you here, Orion?"
Orion panted, voice trembling.
"To… become strong… enough to avenge my father."
"And why does your father need avenging?" Cain asked, already knowing the answer.
"Because… they killed him. The corrupt rulers of the world."
Cain nodded slowly.
"But do you know who exactly?"
Orion froze. His breath caught in his throat.
"No… I don't."
Cain extended an arm, reaching into his coat. He retrieved a small, black case.
"These are classified documents," Cain said calmly. "Proof of who ordered your father's death. The ones they call… the Rulers."
Orion hesitated only a moment before taking the case. His hands trembled as he flipped it open.
Inside were names.
Dates.
Official signatures.
Massive bank transfers.
Records from global institutions.
Everything was real.
Cold.
Undeniable.
Orion whispered, voice shaking,
"Why… why didn't you tell us sooner?"
"Because your brother… wasn't ready," Cain answered. "Tiflos seeks justice. But justice does not resurrect the dead."
Cain stepped closer, eyes narrowing.
"You, however… have the fire. The same fire your father carried."
The words struck Orion like burning arrows.
"My father… wanted revenge?"
"More than anything," Cain replied. "He gathered evidence, allies—he was preparing to strike at the Rulers themselves. That's why he died."
Then Cain pulled out another object.
A silver medallion.
On one side—
The same Dragon Blood Tree emblem Tiflos discovered before.
On the other—
A crest belonging to a forgotten family: Desvalos.
"This was your father's," Cain said. "I found it in the secret archives. He carried it everywhere."
Orion took the medallion with both hands, as if holding a piece of his father's soul. The metal was warm… painfully warm.
"Why give this to me?" Orion whispered, eyes filling with tears.
"Because your father wanted you to be the strongest," Cain murmured. "He knew you would one day protect your family."
Orion pressed the medallion against his chest before slipping it into his pocket.
Then he returned to training.
But something inside him had changed.
His blue eyes darkened—
deepening, sharpening—
almost leaning toward crimson.
Every breath, every movement, every heartbeat…
was fueled by a rising storm.
During a visual-power exercise, Orion failed to emit any standard energy pulse. Confused, he tried again—forcing every drop of pain, fear, and rage into his eyes.
And then—
A violent flare erupted from him.
A shockwave burst through the hall, shattering a massive mirror into pieces.
Cain's eyes widened.
"Incredible! This level of output… Even many Silver-Eyed—and some Gold-Eyed—can't unleash something like this!"
Orion stared at the cracked mirror, horrified by his own power.
"What… happened to me?"
Cain approached, lowering himself to Orion's level.
"This is called the Visual Field," he explained. "It forms when natural energy around you condenses through your sight and releases at a single point."
He stood again, hands behind his back.
"Nature is full of energy," he continued. "Produced by environmental interactions. We call it Natural Energy."
Orion swallowed nervously.
"And what does that have to do with me? With what just happened?"
Cain exhaled.
"Everything. The eye sees through complex processes—light reflecting from the world into your lens, forming frequencies your brain interprets."
He tapped the shattered mirror.
"Natural energy rides on that same light. When you absorb it—and then expel it—you create a Visual Field. A power that bends the world to your vision."
Orion's eyes widened in awe, even if he didn't fully understand.
He knew only one thing:
What he did… was extraordinary.
"And it happened because you've finally found your true fuel," Cain said.
"Anger. Resentment. The will to avenge. These are the real sources of strength."
When the session ended and Orion prepared to leave, Cain stopped him.
"Remember this, Orion," he said quietly.
"Real power does not come from love or forgiveness. It comes from a will that cannot break… a resolve willing to do anything."
Later that night, Orion stood before the mirror in his room, staring into his glowing eyes.
He did not see a frightened boy anymore.
He saw a warrior.
A force.
A storm rising.
"I will become the strongest," he whispered.
"I'll prove it to them all…
even if it means standing against my brother's idea of justice."
And while Tiflos and Noor shared a fragile, honest moment under the stars…
Orion severed the last thread of innocence connecting him to his past.
The waves were forming.
Fates were shifting.
And none of them realized that the melody of tragedy had already begun to play.