Yaran barely finished his sentence before he was already moving towards the newly formed Forsaken.His channeling threads was out too as he rushed toward the newly formed Forsaken.Rhaegar pulled his own threads out and was going after Yaran.A guard stepped in front of Rhaegar.Rhaegar stopped. His eyes cut sideways to the guard but he said nothing. His attention shifted back to Yaran.Yaran already covered few distance fast. Maybe a hundred feet or seventy or Fifty.Then something hit him throwing him backwards.There was no physical hit or any warning. One moment Yaran was moving and the next he was flying backwards through the air. He landed and hit the ground hard and bounced once before landing flat on his back.Everyone went still seeing this.Yaran sat up slowly and his hand went straight to his backside. He hissed through his teeth.Rhaegar turned to the guard who stopped him earlier. "What was that?"The guard looked at him and then back at Yaran who was still picking him

The disc was still pulsing and Rhaegar stared at it.And a slow, rhythmic light was coming from the disc on the Forsaken's chest.Rhaegar did not move to touch it immediately.His eyes was moving from the disc to the Forsaken's face. The thing was still on the ground, dead.Rhaegar looked back at the disc again. Then he lick his lips and reached for it.Then he stopped. His hand hovered just above it for a moment. He did not know what will happen if he touch it. He did not know if touching it would trigger anything, or if the light would change, if the the Forsaken would move again. He did not know anything so he was a bit hesitating. He stood there for a bit longer Then he shrugged his shoulder and picked it up.The disc was cold and Rhaegar felt the cold in his hand. Then he started feeling something pressing back from the other side of the disc that was like pressure. Rhaegar turned the disc over in his hand.The disc was small and dark on the surface. The glow was coming out f

Yaran was still grinning.That was the thing that was making Rhaegar more mad.. Yaran's face and the satisfaction on the face like he had been waiting for exactly this moment was what was making Rhaegar annoyed. Yaran turned his head to Drevak."Over to you," he said. "Make them all pay."Drevak nodded as he ran his tongue slowly along his bottom lip, then he lifted one hand and pushed two fingers between his teeth and whistled two times.The Ashfen beast's head snapped around quickly towards Rhaegar and his group. "Royal guard." Edran's voice sounded immediately. "Take the prince and the girls and get them to cover."Edran did not look back as he talks. His eyes were already on the beast, and the ground that was cracking."Alderic." Edran turned his head just slightly. "Link with me."Alderic did not hesitate. He pulled his threads and let them extend toward Edran's, the copper-bright weave running out from his forearms and braiding into Edran's threads in a clean merge, both chan

Yaran turned when he heard footsteps and when he saw that it was Rhaegar, his expression widened. He smiled with his hands slightly spread to his sides, a slow, mocking smile showing on his face. He looked at Rhaegar's back to see there was no guards. It was just him.. Yaran smile even widened at the thought of only Rhaegar alone."Well," Yaran said, his voice lace with a satisfaction he did not have before. "Finally. Just the two of us. The prince of Elyria alone."Rhaegar did not reply immediately. Instead, he just let out a long, slow sigh. His was looking a little relaxed, but his eyes were moving and tracking every micro-movement Yaran was making. He looked at Yaran from up then down, from his dusty boots to the wide grin spread on his face. Rhaegar shook his head as he let out a scoff."It seems," Rhaegar said, his voice low and and he was unimpressed, "that boasting and mouth-making run deep in your family."Hearing Rhaegar’s words, the smile vanished from Yaran’s face insta

CLANG!Yaran blade and Rhaegar's sword clashed together violently. The shockwave that happened as a result of the contact flattened the grass and throw dirt into the air. But both Rhaegar and Yaran absorbed the impact as they pushed off from each other, and their boots dragging backwards on the ground.Rhaegar quickly steadied himself. His arms were already burning with a little cut.Across from him, Yaran rolled his shoulder once and reset his stance. The silver threads along his blade shifted and repositioned, crawling back toward the cutting edge.He was not even breathing hard."You are bleeding," Yaran said. Rhaegar said nothing. He adjusted his grip on the hilt and watched the silver thread flowing along Yaran's blade."Even your fave is already feeling the fatigue," Yaran said as he took one step forward.. "Yiur face is looking pale and your arms are bleeding. Exactly how long can you hold on.""Your arm is bleeding too" Rhaegar said."Is just a cut, and my face is not pale