Kael looked at her. "Nira? Do you think you're worth more than her?" He said slowly, looking at Tiffany, who looks dejected. "I picked you out when you were a nobody. Your uncle was going to keep using you as a slave, but I made sure it was not possible. Is this how you repay me?" She snapped in anger. Kael looked at her with anger. "You are just some spoiled child who is whining about losing her toy. I am not your toy, Tiffany. And you don't own me. I decide my fate." Kael said, feeling a bit pissed. "Well, I made you, and only I can bring you down. All it takes is just one crafted plot, and you are back to where you belong." She said, walking out of Kael. For a moment, Kael stood still, looking at her as her heels made a loud noise on the marble. "Women's issue," a voice said from behind. Kael turned only to see that it was Gabriel. "You shouldn't let them get to you like that. You are slowly becoming a man, Kael. I hate to see a woman pull you down," he finally said, walking

Gabriel was a man of ambition, just like the rest of the Swordmasters. Some of them knew the throne was out of reach, so they sought after wealth. Amassing wealth was just like having powers in the kingdom. Wealthy men make decisions. The king calls them from time to time to debate on how to move the kingdom forward. Their words carry weight, and sometimes the king even has to give in to their words or demands. Gabriel was not a man running after wealth. He had all of that. All he wanted was the throne. He had always believed Almond stole it from him, but with Kael in the picture standing by him, he could finally claim the prize. Kael’s fists clenched at his sides, the leather of his gloves groaning under the strain. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that for a moment, he couldn't help but consider Gabriel's word. This was no longer just a conversation—it was a crossroads.Gabriel was right. The kingdom was slowly crumbling from inside. The power was shifting the moment Da

Battle was not for the weak and even the strongest man fears it when it comes knocking at their doors. Kael could feel his breath etched in bjs throat. His hand fidgeting by his side at the thought of going off to war once more. This was something he had not expected. More than five thousand demons at their doorstep. The sky was still dark when Kael opened his eyes. The rain had stopped, but the ground was still wet, and the cold air carried the smell of we grasses. He could hear the sound of armor being fastened, the clinking of swords, and the quiet murmurs of soldiers preparing for what might be their last day.He rose from where he sat, brushing the mud off his hands. His cloak was damp, but he didn’t care. His eyes scanned the field. Hundreds of soldiers were already awake, sharpening their blades, checking their bows, whispering prayers to the gods they believed in.Kael could see fear on their faces. It was not cowardice—it was the fear of men who knew what was coming.Rae