Five consecutive clean hits on a moving target. That one was straightforward. Painful, probably, given where his current skill level sat, but straightforward. Shadow Step compatibility to ninety percent was just repetition. More training. More controlled application, less brute force.
Combat Instinct Passive.
That one interested him more than the energy reward. Passive skills in this system had no cooldown and no duration. They just worked. Always. Quietly. The difference between someone who thought about combat and someone who'd internalized it at a level below conscious thought.
He wanted that.
The door knocked.
"Young master," Aria's voice. "You have a visitor."
He frowned slightly. "Who."
A pause. Like she wasn't entirely sure how to phrase it. "...Your brother, young master."
Luna's head came up from where she'd been lying across his bed in cat form. Her ears went flat.
Seth.
Orion leaned back in the chair. Looked at the ceiling for a moment. Considered his options.
