Hadjar decided to take a break after trampling the thirteenth feather into the ground once again. He untied a wooden bottle from his belt and sipped some of the healer’s fragrant brew.
Wiping his lips, Hadjar sat down in a lotus position. He tried to get rid of his unsolicited thoughts for a few minutes—such as thinking about how he could progress much faster if he were in one of the Imperial Academies or sects. But all of that was just a vain fantasy.
He couldn’t leave Lidus. Not yet, at least.
By calming his mind and pacifying his heart, which was hungry for power and freedom, Hadjar took his sword from his belt and laid it out in front of him. This time, while breathing in the energy of the world, he attempted to try and pick out the slight flows of the sword energy within it.
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