The third type was so rare that it was considered legendary. It assumed the form of a hieroglyph, a symbol that paved a Knight’s way to an element or to a Spirit of a Weapon hidden in the World River.
When Hadjar’s lock of hair disappeared into the fire, the flames formed the silhouette of a bird with large wings and two long tails. After showing off for a bit, it soared into the sky and disappeared.
“Quetzal,” the shaman whispered. “The Spirit of air, and the patron of freedom. That is a good Spirit, North Wind. It suits you.”
Hadjar went back to his blanket, feeling the azure feather swaying in his hair, resting on the opposite side from his Bedouin ornaments.
Chapter 559
“You should know, human,” Steppe Fang snarled, “that I am not happy that we’re going to be hunting the Dah’
