Terminal

Chapter 2

I still remember the day Orion Ogawa died.

Almost like it was yesterday. Just another thing to haunt me. I've had stuff before and I've gotten over it, letting it fade from my mind. But I doubt that I'll ever forget this.

I used to be part of a group known as True Power, and I was a highly respected general. I worked my way up the ranks, did everything I could to do my best, and it paid off in the end.

At least, while Orion was still alive.

He had been gone for a couple of days, no one was really concerned about it as he tends to leave often, in constant search of some shards of some sort. I never really knew the full details of his plans, but he seemed to know what he was doing, so I trusted him with that. I was mainly in charge after that, kept everything in order to the extent of my power. It was all fine.

Then Purity attacked. They were a group of people "blessed" with powers from Eoh, the god of light, and they've always hated us. We fought long and hard, but in the end, they won. We were outnumbered. It was an even match for a while, and then the sky went black. Everything went to a standstill. Aominoa, the god of darkness, was awakened. And then our armies surrendered. Everyone assumed Orion was dead. Weapons were dropped, and Purity took hold of our forces. I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything that we had believed in: gone. Hope dissipated, and I couldn't bring myself to watch Power die. I managed to escape somehow, and I think they knew I escaped, but they didn't go after me. I was shattered. For the second time in my life, I ran away from something I loved. I don't know what happened to everyone else, but I didn't really care at that point. Everyone I knew and cared for were captured, missing, or dead.

Purity never did find me, they probably assumed I was dead, but I might as well assume that for everyone else. I could be the last person alive from True Power, and I would never know for sure. But if that was the case, I want to die watching Purity fall apart. For years afterwards, I prepared with what I could spare, built myself better and stronger than before, trained myself to be faster, to be more ready. And then I striked. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be at first, but I got the hang of it. Cities would fall in less than a month, quickly shortening to less than a week. I became more effective at assassinations, literally cutting through anyone in my path. People soon feared me, an unknown fear terrorizing cities. They never knew who I was, nor will they now.

It's been 15 years since Orion's death, but I still fight with the same pride I had back then. I have no one to support me this time, but I didn't need it. I've become an army, become better than what I was before.

Glory to our Commander Orion.