As Vendrick walked away, both Mist Umbra and Joseph Blatier stared at his back, awe and dread written across their faces.
"Sir Alon… who is that man, really?" Joseph Blatier asked, his voice low as he recalled the events of the past days.
When they tried to retrieve the cube imprisoning Maekar and the others, they were forced to dive into the ocean.
Waiting there was one of Beatrice's puppets, armed with a terrifying array of deadly spells.
And alongside it, thousands of nightmare sea creatures.
The sight was horrifying.
But before Vendrick's sword… none of it mattered.
His swordsmanship was unlike anything they had ever seen, even in all their years of battle.
Every strike he unleashed seemed capable of cutting the sea itself .. obliterating the nightmare beasts and destroying Beatrice's puppet before she could even cast a spell.
He was overwhelming.
Sir Alon could only nod.
"That man… is the sword with which I built my glory and cut down my enemies."
