Chapter 21: When Power Meets Silence
"Me?" Rowan asked, blinking at the lady with silver hair waving in the dusk breeze.
The king stepped forward once more, now fully blazing his sword with aetheric flame.
"That is something I simply cannot allow, not unless you state clearly your intentions."
His guards followed suit, each adopting their own variants of weapons ranging from bows and swords to polearms.
The surrounding air was dense, gripping the air from Rowan's lungs and pulling on it like a weight on the end of a rope.
He would've fell to his knees had he not had a more resilient body, as useless as it was for the Arts of The Way.
"Oh, but you must--that is, if you wish to survive," she added, jumping down to decrease the distance between them to just twenty feet.
She was graceful, her descent like a cloud slowly allowing her reconnection to her earthly tether. It was clear that she was a force of nature, outside of control even by the earth--perhaps even the gods.
"I can tell that you are strong, powerful beyond belief, but that doesn't warrant your sudden marching up to the king and the heroes."
The one who spoke was a guard, pushing his spear forward with the expectation of attack.
Fwip.