Vined's grip tightened as he looked from Zaphir to the man fighting Duke Sant on the other side.
That wasn't Ravan Tramplin.
That was Ahiravan, Ravan's eldest son.
A swordmaster… or at least that's what everyone believed.
But right now, he was fighting like a full grandmaster.
Vined felt his lungs freeze. His thoughts crashed into each other, messy and fast.
How?
How were Zaphir and Ahiravan both grandmasters?
Six months ago, he had met them in the royal palace.
Back then, they were strong, sure, one early swordmaster, the other mid-stage.
But nowhere near the grandmaster realm.
They didn't hide their aura. There was nothing strange. Nothing fake.
And Vikram had been there too.
Vikram, the one who had already ascended.
His senses could see through any trick.
If these two had been hiding something, Vikram would have pointed it out within seconds. There was no way they fooled him.
So what changed in half a year?
Did they find something?
