Chapter 31: Intermission: A Glimpse

Tremur Forest.

A middle aged man was gasping for breath as he held a sword with a blade akin to a mirror. It had cracks over its face, which was branded with numerous runes that flashed with a light glow as he pushed what remained of his mana within it.

The man had sunflower blonde hair and hazel eyes that reflected the images of his opponents.

Blood oozed from all over his body, scrapes and deep wounds noticeable on his flesh through the mix of tattered robes and dented armour that he wore.

His opponents were people he knew quite well, some of them holding high quality staves, swords, shields and bows as they remained vigilant towards any move that he would make, on their faces traces of disappointment, pain and struggle.

One of them, a woman with red hair, looked a bit more sympathetic and ......