A whole month had passed since Asher had defeated the Prince, Vaelric Lux Vanthelmor. And throughout that time, Asher had done nothing but train and train and train. He trained as though he were a maniac who knew nothing else but that single purpose, as though the world itself would collapse if he allowed himself even a moment of rest.
From dawn to dusk and long into the silent hours of the night, he devoted himself to sharpening every aspect of his being. And throughout this time, no one else dared to challenge Asher; people who saw him instinctively took a couple of steps backward the moment they laid eyes on him.
Fear still gripped everyone's hearts even after an entire month had passed, a lingering shadow that refused to fade. His presence alone had become enough to silence conversations and empty hallways.
