Chapter 72

• Alex swirled the deep red liquid in his glass slowly, the stem looking almost delicate in his large hand. Before him, a lavish spread of mouthwatering dishes sat untouched. The long table had been set in one of the mansion’s remaining intact wings—both structurally sound and offering a scenic view. Parts of the estate were still under repair, but he refused to look like he was falling behind that scrawny young man.
• Compared to him?
• Not even close. And yet, their strength—his strength—was well beyond ordinary. Alex still remembered how that boy’s hand had snapped his beloved Honji like it was nothing. He’d already contacted a sword expert from West Metro, but even they couldn’t repair it. The damage was permanent.