Chapter 168 - War of the Four Kings (XV)
"Burn by the fire of God." Kinvara, Reverend Mother of the Faith of the God Emperor.
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Sigismund and Jaime's fight continued, and the longer it went on, the more the Primarch noticed that his enemy's movements were becoming more and more refined.
He knew that Jaime was a genius with a sword, but seeing the rate of his growth was quite surprising. The man had adapted to his own strength while being beaten by him and was getting better and better all the time.
Jaime, sensing an opening in Sigismund's position, sharpened his gaze and with one swift stroke of his sword, left a long line of blood running from his enemy's waist to his shoulder. Blood splashed into the air before falling to the ground.
Sigismund stepped back and looked at the wound on his body. After undergoing the King's blood ritual, it was the first time in three years that he had actually been wounded. It reminded him of when he hadn't met Aenar yet, in those days he bled daily.
The fight for food was cruel, especially for two thin and weak teenagers, so breaking a nose or being beaten to the point of spitting up blood clots was quite normal in his day-to-day life, but all that changed with Aenar's arrival.
He and Titus no longer had to starve or fight for food, a bed, a house, food and a bath, a nobleman's life was given to them in a single day. He had only one obligation: to be loyal to the end to his king. He accepted that, from the moment he left that alley, his life was to fulfill the purpose that Aenar wanted.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Touching the blood in his body, Sigismund became abnormally cold, his brown eyes especially calm.
"Go ahead." He murmured, a blue aura burning like a furious flame covered the entire length of his arm.