Hadjar listened to his gut. This time, the officer wasn’t lying. He pulled out his sword and cut the man’s head off. It rolled down the slope, leaving a scarlet trail behind. Hadjar cleaned his blade like Tom had. Leaving a scarlet crescent in the snow, he sheathed it. After learning the Name of the Wind and becoming a Lord, he could absorb energy from the World River faster than it was spent to maintain the sword’s corporeal form. The same was also true for the clothes made for him by Queen Mab. He no longer needed to keep them inside his soul. They were always with him now.
“I didn’t know you had it in you,” Rekka said, a little surprised.
Hadjar turned to Annette, “Can you take care of this?”
She looked around the edge of the forest: there were streams of blood, chunks of bodies,
