Chapter 45 The Blade's Return

The sword was a good fit for Kael. The weight, the balance—it was more than an instrument of death. It belonged to him, an extension of his will, forged in blood and fire. On the other side of the war room, Sarai watched him with that same amused smirk, her violet eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight. She lounged on the long wooden table, fingertips lazily skimming the edge of a silver dagger, like this was all some game to her.