Orion's breathing came in sharp, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as blood trickled down his back, pooling at his feet.
Each breath was a painful struggle, his vision flickering between darkness and blurred glimpses of his enemies. His body trembled, yet the raw determination blazing within his eyes refused to fade.
The kidnappers, sensing Orion's waning strength, edged closer, eyes filled with ruthless confidence.
But just as they stepped forward to finish him, something primal surged from deep within Orion's soul. He unleashed his Dragon's Might, a profound and ancient aura erupting from him like an invisible tempest, shaking the very foundations of the forest clearing.
In an instant, the kidnappers stumbled backward, caught off guard by the overwhelming, oppressive presence. Their knees buckled, expressions twisting into panic and confusion.
"What the hell is this?!" gasped one of the Tier 4 kidnappers, desperately shielding his face with a shaking arm.
