Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio Novels & Stories

Their eyes don’t track us; they track… space. “Testing,” Dorian says. “Not assassins.” “Testing what?” “You.” “Us,” I correct. A flicker of his gaze. “Us.” We fall into a rhythm that feels stolen from a future. He closes; I open. I drag flame across the ground; he herds a rogue into the ember line and ends him neatly. Shoulder to shoulder, we move without thinking. The fifth tries to slip past us, sprinting to tell a watcher what we can do. Dorian’s blade pins him to a trunk. I’m there a heartbeat later, palm to his chest, flame whispering.

“But I'm okay. You should have seen the other guys. They didn't make it out alive,” Translation: He killed them. I didn't know if I should feel sorry or proud. Dario was so young yet the number of body counts he had had was probably enough to fuck up a teenager's mind. But then again, it was normal in this kind of world. “Where's Savio?”

Dorian was merely an oddity, an Immortal Swordsman from the Path Seeking Sect who had been unable to break through to the martial god king realm for hundreds of years. For Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson of the Sky Demon Kingdom, the golden light on Dorian's body that had defended against Dave's lethal strike was what truly deserved attention. Both sides had already discerned that Dorian was a stage-six martial god king, and his swordsmanship was considerably superior to Dave's. Taking down Dave was only a matter of time. However, they had not expected Dave to be beheaded in just three moves. The most crucial factor was that golden light Dorian had unleashed.