Chapter 1482
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tripped to the waist, Hadjar stood in front of a huge stone pillar that sat in the middle of a sea of swaying grass. Casting a wide shadow, it provided shade from the scorching sun, which was frozen at its zenith. The clouds floating across the sky, touching its peaks like waves from a breakwater, split off in long streaks. It was covered in cracks. The lines of deep scars covered it like the thick strokes of an inexperienced artist. Wiping away his sweat and blood, he looked at the distant peak warmly. Maybe his will didn’t look like what bards and minstrels sang about when they told stories of heroes from past epochs. It wasn’t an unyielding rod of steel or a mountain that even the gods couldn’t move. But it was his will. And now he would be able to unite his heart and
