Oblivion's Throne-Chapter 90: Sigil Foundations

Orion's mind was still reeling from the earlier lesson as he sat across from Aryan, the holo-display flickering between complex sigil diagrams.

Aryan studied him for a moment, then nodded, satisfied. "Now, let's talk classifications. Every Sigil falls into one or several categories based on how they function."

He raised a hand, fingers tapping the air as he listed them off.

"1. Augmenting Sigils—enhance the body's physical abilities. Your Sigil, Stride, falls into this category."

Orion rolled his shoulders, recalling the sensation. "Makes sense. It felt like it made movement... smoother?"

"Correct." Aryan shifted the holo-interface, highlighting a network of Sigils lighting up a model of the human body. "You'll see a lot of warriors specializing in Augmenting Sigils because they're consistent and efficient. Strength boosts, agility enhancements—anything that enhances base physicality."

He tapped the interface again, bringing up a different set of symbols.

"2. Phenomenon Sigils—these directly affect the environment. Spark is one of them."

Orion narrowed his eyes. "I see, it's not as simple as acceleration."

Aryan smirked. "No. It interacts with external forces. That's why it felt more like an explosion than just a speed boost. Phenomenon Sigils alter momentum, friction—even air pressure in some cases."

Orion let out a slow breath. So that's why Spark had felt so different from Stride. One was internal. The other changed the world around him.

His gaze shifted to the last entry on his profile. "And Vyomnetra's Eye?"

Aryan's smirk thinned slightly. "That one belongs to a more complicated category—"

"3. Perception Sigils—expand awareness and reaction time. These are rare, and even rarer to master."

Orion frowned. "So it lets me see things faster?"

Aryan exhaled through his nose. "More than that. Perception Sigils aren't just about reaction time—they alter cognitive processing. Vyomnetra's Eye doesn't just improve your sight, Orion. It changes the way your mind interprets information."

His voice darkened slightly, the casual amusement from earlier fading. "Some who train Perception Sigils too aggressively get lost in their own awareness—seeing too much, processing too fast, until their mind collapses under the weight of excess information."

Orion swallowed. "Great. That's comforting."

Aryan leaned back, arms crossing over his chest. "Then don't be reckless with it." He tapped the display again, bringing up another category.

"4. Dominion Sigils—these directly control external elements, often requiring mastery over multiple other Sigils to function properly."

Orion arched a brow. "I don't have any of those, do I?"

Aryan shook his head. "Not yet. Dominion Sigils aren't given—they're forged. Advanced warriors can combine multiple Sigils into a singular, overarching effect, bending the world around them in ways that seem... impossible."

Orion let out a slow breath, absorbing the information.

"So, in short—Stride enhances movement, Spark manipulates momentum, and Vyomnetra's Eye messes with my perception. Simple enough."

Aryan chuckled. "For now. But you'll see how complicated it gets once you actually start applying them in combat."

Orion exhaled, shaking out his limbs. "Alright, so what's next?"

Aryan smirked. "Now? You go rest."

Orion blinked. "Wait, what?"

Aryan leaned forward, tapping the holo-display once more. "Starting tomorrow, you're on a strict study plan. Theory, combat analysis, and controlled practice. If you want to get anything out of those Sigils before the Academy's First Trial, you're going to need discipline—not just brute force."

Orion groaned, already dreading the 'theory' part. "Can't we just skip to the combat?"

Aryan's smirk turned into something far more dangerous. "You're not getting out of this." He stood up, stretching lazily. "Now move before I make you run laps until sunrise."

Orion dragged himself down the corridor, rolling the tension out of his shoulders. His mind was still buzzing with everything Aryan had thrown at him—classifications, theory, the sheer complexity of Sigils. It was overwhelming. Annoying. But also... intriguing.

The urge to _move_ clawed at him. To test what he had learned, to feel Stride, Spark, and Vyomnetra's Eye work in tandem.

This was going to be a long five months.

The next day came swiftly.

The holo-display flickered, replaying the battle in crisp high definition. The fighter on-screen moved like liquid fire—each step precise, each shift effortless. Orion's eyes followed the transitions, watching the seamless interplay between an Augmenting Sigil and Phenomenon Sigil.

Augmenting Sigil activated first. The warrior's footwork became smooth, almost ghostly, his movement flowing through space like he was slipping between the frames of reality. Then—Phenomenon Sigil. A flicker of motion, a violent burst of momentum, and suddenly he was behind his opponent, blade flashing.

Orion exhaled slowly, watching the sequence unfold again.

"Pay attention to the transitions," Aryan said, his voice calm but firm. "Look at how he moves between the Augmenting and Phenomenon Sigil. No wasted motion."

Orion narrowed his gaze, tracking the rhythm. "It's like Augmenting Sigil sets the tempo, and Phenomenon Sigil breaks it."

Aryan nodded, pleased. "Exactly. Augmenting Sigil lets you move without resistance—perfect for maintaining pressure or avoiding attacks. Phenomenon Sigil is about explosive shifts in momentum. If you can integrate both, you'll dictate the pace of battle."

Orion leaned back slightly, rubbing his chin. "So Vyomnetra's Eye—where does that fit in?"

Aryan smirked. "Observation. Stride and Spark are movement tools, but Vyomnetra's Eye lets you keep up with the chaos. It sharpens perception, letting you anticipate shifts before they happen."

Orion let out a slow breath. "So if I master all three, I'll basically be untouchable."

Aryan chuckled, shaking his head. "Keyword here is 'If'." He tapped the holo-display, rewinding the footage. "Watch again. This time, focus on when he chooses to activate each one."

The battle replayed, but this time, Orion wasn't just watching—he was analyzing. Every activation had a purpose. Stride wasn't used at random; it created movement patterns, setting up feints and misdirections. Spark wasn't just acceleration—it was a sudden, violent shift, a tool to exploit an opening.

Orion's fingers curled into a fist.

He could learn this.

And when he did, he wouldn't just keep up.

He'd control the fight from start to finish.

"Again," Aryan instructed, his tone firm but measured. "Activate Stride, take three steps, then deactivate. No unnecessary acceleration."

Orion exhaled sharply. His body tensed as he reached inward, pulling at the imprint of Stride within his Mindscape. It was a strange sensation—like tugging on an invisible thread woven into his very being.

The moment the Sigil activated, his body responded.

The ground beneath him seemed to loosen, the friction melting away. He stepped forward—smooth, weightless.

A second step—too fast. His balance wavered.

A third—his foot nearly skidded out from under him, and he stumbled as the Sigil flickered out.

Aryan let out a slow sigh, shaking his head. "Sloppy. You're thinking about moving faster instead of moving better."

Orion clenched his fists, irritation bubbling under his skin. "It's not as easy as you make it sound."

Aryan arched a brow. "Of course it isn't. If it were easy, everyone would be doing it." He gestured for Orion to reset his stance. "Again."

Orion exhaled through his nose, grounding himself. This time, don't force it. Let the movement happen naturally.

He activated Stride once more.

First step—fluid.

Second step—stable.

Third—seamless.

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He deactivated the Sigil without issue.

Aryan smirked. "Better."

Orion allowed himself a breath of relief.

"Now do it again," Aryan said, his smirk widening. "A hundred more times."

Orion groaned. "I hate you."

Aryan chuckled, unfazed. "Good. That means I'm doing my job."