Chapter 15: Tools and subordinates
"Harkon," Vacuse said.
The boy was a big boy with limbs far for his age, his eyes narrowed on Lyra. "Don’t eat that!"
His right hand came down and he took one of the swords, he lifted it, his shoulder flexing and then with no apparent show of strength he threw it.
Whoosh! Clang!
The sword shot forward like an arrow blurring so fast it seemed to disappear. Lyra tried to jump away but it was useless, her shoulder and wounded leg got in her way.
The sword aimed for her head but suddenly another sword appeared and slapped it away casually.
"Harkon," Vacuse repeated. "This girl is now my instrument, do you want to kill her?"
Harkon stared at him. "How do you know my name?"
Harkon of the Flaming Swords. Vacuse knew of him in his past life, he was also a genius in the family’s new standard. At such a young age, he had already created a personal technique with the force where he could able to concentrate all his energy in a single hand and use it to throw weapons at an incredible speed.
When he grew up, the beast he bound with granted him the power of elemental fire fire, and each of the sword swords he threw caused a massive explosion.
He also had a weird fascination with swords, which that was why he didn’t use proper throwing weapons like the a spear.