“Or a pirate.” Alea slammed her fist against the wall. “Which is even worse!”
“Don’t blame yourselves, honored disciples.” the commander put his hand on Alea’s shoulder. “You have great power, but little experience. Besides, that young man probably won’t survive this fight.”
However, something very strange was happening in the circle. The orc’s aura should’ve weakened or slowed Hadjar down, but the young man didn’t seem to feel any pressure as he walked calmly into the center of the circle.
“I don’t think a spy could have that many scars,” the commander had to admit.
Hadjar’s entire body was covered in scars, the most gruesome of which were on his chest. Back when Alea had treated him, his body had been covered in such a thick crust of blood that these ‘decorations’ had been hidden
