Chapter 127 Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Seven

• The chamber was alive. Every breath Kael took stirred the shadows; every heartbeat echoed like a drum of war. The First Master stood across from him, the floating sword of light spinning lazily, as if bored by the slow passage of mortal time.
• “You will not simply swing and strike,” the First Master said, voice like gravel. “Hakana is not a weapon. It is a reflection of your soul, your will, your fear—and your rage. If you let it control you, it will devour you. If you master it… it will make you unstoppable.”
• Kael clenched his fists, feeling the black tendrils of Hakana swirl around his body, restless and hungry. “Then I will master it,” he said, silver hair bristling. “I don’t care what it takes.”