Chapter 128 Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eight

• The sun had barely risen, and the forest was still shrouded in mist. Every tree seemed to shiver with anticipation, leaves whispering secrets that only Kael’s Hakana could understand. He stepped lightly through the undergrowth, boots silent, silver hair flowing like liquid light in the early morning glow. The First Master had pushed him to the brink—pushed him beyond endurance, beyond reason—but now, finally, Kael could feel every master, every blade, every soul contained in his Hakana move as one.
• “…listen,” the whisper came, the First Master’s voice carried in the currents of energy around him. “…you are not merely a sword. You are the storm, the reckoning. They will come, and you will decide how it ends.”
• Kael exhaled, the tension coiling in his chest slowly unfurling. “Then let them come,” he murmured, letting the black Hakana pulse outward. The air vibrated, trees bending slightly as the energy wrapped around him like living silk. Every footstep echoed in harmony with the dormant power of the forest, and even the birds seemed to halt mid-flight, sensing the presence of a man who was no longer entirely human.