Everyone was eager to see what happened immediately after Kael's Hakana was released. Some of the Swordmasters had their hands on their blades. "Are you ready, boy? Are you ready to have it back?" Elira asked. "Does it look like I have a choice? The fate of this kingdom rests on my shoulders getting my powers back. Are you going to do it or not?"Elira looked at King Almond, and he nodded, giving the final signal for her to proceed. "Very well." Elira said, walking into the middle with Kael, who seems ready to have his powers back. The thought of taking on anyone who crossed his path came back to his mind. Dareth and if possible the king who claimed he had no hands in the death of his father. He won't be insignificant anymore. They were going to fear him, but was that what he really wanted? The ground beneath Kael's feet began to glow with ancient runes that curled into patterns no mortal could decipher immediately. Elira began to chant in an ancient tongue. The temperature

Dareth’s words sent a ripple of tension through the room. Even the murmuring elders fell silent. All eyes were now on the tall, broad-shouldered figure standing at the far end of the hall. His voice had boomed like a war drum, steady and unshakable. There was no doubt in his tone. It wasn’t a threat—it was a prophecy.Kael rose from his kneeling position slowly, the weight of the moment resting heavily on his shoulders. He turned to face Dareth fully, locking eyes with him. Dareth’s aura was different. It wasn’t just rage—it was cold, calculating, and deeply personal."You think I stole something from you?" Kael asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, but the silence in the hall made it ring loud. "You’re wrong. I lost everything the night you had my father killed!" "You think you lost everything," Dareth replied, walking forward with calculated steps. "You have no idea what true loss is. I am going to make you bleed and wish you hadn't killed my son. And you had better get your Haka

Kael turned to see that it was Elira that released the energy wave. "Get out of here, boy!" She growled as she unveiled the energy that was radiating around her. At first, Kael was moved with such power that he was seeing that he felt his Hakana shift right inside of him. "No, it is not the time to be a hero, boy. Get the hell out of here!" Elira warned again as she tried to suppress the demon that was right in front of her. Kael bolted back towards the main hallway to get some help while Elira battled the demon alone. "Do you think you can save the only one?" The demon hissed as it tried to get back up to its feet. "I can see everything!" it said with a blast of energy that rippled through the four corners of the palace. "We have been caged for a long time. It is time we get back what is ours!" it said before it vanished into the thin air. Elira fell to the floor with her staff, panting severely, before Kael and Rael got to her. "Where is it?" Rael shouted as his eyes scanned

Kael was not only torn, but he was also trying to fight the love and affection that was slipping away from him. He knew Nira could not be his girlfriend anymore. Not after what he had seen in the forest. But was it really about her? The fate of the whole kingdom was resting on his shoulders, but first, he needed to find his father's sword, which was with Felicia. She has it. Kael stood frozen, eyes fixed in the direction of the horn blast. It echoed again, louder this time, reverberating through the ancient palace walls, sending a tremor through the ground beneath their feet. The horses whinnied in agitation, stamping nervously. "Kael?" Nira said again, her voice softer, more urgent. "Please." But Kael didn’t move. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, betraying the storm that was churning inside. Every word she said still lingered in the air around him—"You're scared of what you could be. I wanted you to fight for us. Just like you. He closed his eyes; the memory

Meanwhile, Rael was hiding trying to see what Kael was capable of doing. They all have been waiting for him to trigger his powers. To awaken his Hakana, maybe this was it. Most of the students and swordmen were done with their training but they stopped when they saw what was going on. One of the swordmaster wanted to go over to stop Kael and Zeuxis but Master Rael told him to let them fight.Maybe all he needed was a push. Rael decided not interfere it simply watch from the sidelines. Felicia on the other hand was also watching from where she stood. She could remember how she had brought Kael into the palace. A part of her still wants him but then she knew what was going on. Her father hated Kael and right now, Kael had her too. Kael stared at the blue blaze gathering around Zeuxis’s fists—the unmistakable shimmer of a fully awakened Hakana, pulsing with barely controlled fury. He could remember the fight he had with Rand right before he took his Hakana. Was it going to happen ag