Chapter 19: Reunion
"My lord..."
Micah wiped the sweat from his brow. His hands would not stop trembling.
It wasn't the ruin of the manor that had shaken him, though the sight was impressive enough. Half the structure had been sliced away in a single clean plane, and the severed edge still smoked in the moonlight, stone glassy and faintly glowing where it had been cut. Beams hung in the open air like broken ribs. Somewhere in the dark, a lone roof tile slid free and shattered in the courtyard, the only sound in the night.
No, it was what had made the cut.
Killing intent, wielded like an element. Pure, refined, and controlled down to the width of a hair.
Most cultivators spent whole lifetimes chasing that kind of mastery and died without touching it. Yet Dax had used it like a parlor trick, and he had no mana at all.
My master is a genius.
