Path of Glory

93

“Not for long,” Baligor pointed to the Scarlet Swordsman’s golden sword slicing through the sky, making the atmosphere itself glow in the process.

“A great swordsman,” Cassius said, “won’t bow down before a mere Technique. Their battle is just beginning, brothers. We’ll now get to see something that even those like us can find inspiration for our cultivation in.”

As if to confirm Cassius’ words, Hadjar held out his sword, angling it toward the Scarlet Swordsman’s Technique.

Hadjar had survived many battles. He’d fought alongside Nero against sectarians and nomads both. Alongside Einen, he’d fought against Bedouins, bandits, Sankesh, and all sorts of monsters. He’d survived the challenges of Greven’Dor. He had seen the Fae. He had visited the First Dragon Emperor’s tomb. He had survived Erhard’s treasury. The Dah’Khasses’ had met their end at his hand. The jungles of Karnak had failed to take his life. And all this time, the Wind hadn’t left his side, always doing its best to help him