Chapter 65 Chapter Sixty Five

• Kael ducked instinctively, the sharp whistle of the flying sword grazing the edge of his ear. The weapon buried itself into the trunk of a tree behind him, quivering with force. His breath caught in his throat.
• The old man didn’t flinch. He cracked another groundnut between his teeth as if nothing had happened.
• Kael’s grip on his sword tightened. His eyes darted across the shadows of the forest, scanning for movement. The silence that followed was heavier than the blow itself.