Chapter 5 Welcome To Cintra

• Voices could be heard in the distance. The hooting and sounds of clanging knives were like a synchronized melody resounding in the mountains. A tall, lone figure sat on a rock and watched the training from afar. He had elegance and sharpness etched in his poise, a clash of crudity and refinement, yet it blended so well. His sabre-like brows rose in strictness, the type that made his men revere him, and his enemies on the battlefield fell on their swords in fear. His long, ravenous hair that fell neatly down his back could make him be mistaken for a beauty until his sharp and intense eyes broke.
• Blake groaned as he stood beside the man on the rock. "They are training perfectly fine, you don’t have to come up the mountain yourself to supervise their training, you know, I’ve got this covered."
• "Hmm," The man on the rock hummed, still looking far ahead at the training field.