The silence that had been calm before suddenly felt like a barrel of gunpowder waiting to go off. Another white lightning bolt struck the hilt of Hadjar’s sword. Having gone through the training necessary to master the ‘White Lightning Step’ Technique, it was now like a raindrop to Hadjar. Even before the white flash dissipated, he pulled his sword out of the ground, twirled it, and, after placing it behind his back, bowed back.
“Greetings, Mentor Jao. I am Hadjar Darkhan, North Wind. I came here for only one purpose — to protect Princess Akena.”
Jao straightened up. His eyes glowed with the fire of righteous anger that he could barely contain. Hadjar noticed it and also sensed the Mentor’s aura. It was strong. So strong, in fact, that only a few people in the capital might’ve been his
