Orion stepped back into his sanctuary of a room, his weary frame begged for respite, yet his mind refused to yield to exhaustion. With a sigh, he sank into a stance of meditation, seeking solace within the depths of his own consciousness.
The trials he had faced were not for the faint hearted; they had tested his mettle in ways he could scarcely comprehend. Orion was acutely aware of the narrow margin between life and death he had just traversed, the shadows of peril still cling to his senses like a persistent mist.
In the quiet recesses of his mind, he meticulously examined every thought, every sensation, searching for any trace of the insidious influence of blood rune magic. Yet, to his bafflement, there was naught but the echo of his own resolve, undiminished and unyielding.