In the following days since, thanks to Lewis, Zephyr’s life had gotten a lot smoother, even for Leah as she need not work so hard anymore. During the day, Zephyr kept a low profile, often silently training at home. Come night, he would retreat to the hills behind and trained vigorously. However, his power still was not enough. He needed to take extra precaution, if Lincoln discovered his secret, things would get complicated. Zephyr did not have a problem defending himself, however, he could not bear to put Leah in harm’s way.It was the dead of night, Zephyr was training in the hills. Zephyr grimaced seriously, the air around him was filled with true energy, ready to burst anytime. In front of him lay a huge pot, the kindling beneath setting it to boil. Inside the pot was an emerald sludge, it bubbled non-stop as its scent emitted an herby aroma. With Lewis’ help, Zephyr managed to secretly buy tons of herbs and medicines. He supposed that his order was finally completed.Zephyr had
Zephyr was taken aback as he noticed this strange energy. He quickly focused on the phenomenon. He instinctively let out a great howl- no, a roar, a draconic war which rang throughout the forest. “This… is it a scale?” Finally, Zephyr realized what he had been looking at, a dragon scale. The scale was barely visible, a projection of his energies, from which vibrated great draconic power. “Oh, this is great! My Might has finally started to take form! This is just the first of many!” Zephyr barely contained his excitement. For a brief moment, Zephyr felt as though he was unworthy of such an ancient and mighty power. Mastery over The Way of The Dragon allowed the user to transform themselves into a dragon. It began with a single scale, then, finally materializing into an epic beast — the strongest of all — a dragon. Even though it was just a single scale, it still immensely amplified the user’s defenses, a terrible power to hold indeed. “Still… it’s barely a scale, just a brief projecti
The night came and went. When dawn broke, a breeze whistled through the hills behind the Khan household. An agile shadow zoomed through the foliage, the thick bushes doing nothing to impede him. Following the whistle of his movements, Zephyr came to an abrupt stop and found himself standing upon a large boulder. “Take this!” Zephyr felt his energy transfer into his right hand and immediately formed a great fist, mercilessly sending it the boulder’s way. “Quake before me!” A loud blast ensued, and a terrible crumbling sound followed. When the dust settled, all Zephyr saw was a gaping hole through the boulder. “Again!” With another huff, Zephyr unleashed a volley of his blows, cascading upon the boulder’s face. With his volley completed, Zephyr stared at the intricate webbing that plastered the boulder’s face, hundreds if not thousands of fine cracks riveted throughout the stone before it crumbled in on itself, turning to dust. “Earthquake Fist might seem simple, but it sure has a lo
The grand hall of the Khan was expansive, by the time Zephyr arrived, the place was filled to the brim. Seated at the spot of reverence was a middle-aged looking man with a prim and proper visage. All smiles with him until his eyes laid on Zephyr. There he sat, the Khan regent — Mist Khan. On his left sat his people, while on his right sat a group of people who were differently dressed, they were not Khan. On that row, sat a girl who looked around the age of 16 with enchanting beauty. Her posture was elegant, and she carried herself like so. Every man around the room had their eyes on her. “Aurora Greenwood!” Upon laying his eyes on her, Zephyr could not help but notice the butterflies that formed in his stomach. Although Zephyr himself was quite the suitor, he had to admit that Aurora’s beauty was truly mesmerizing, none could think of anyone to compare. Zephyr stood at the back of the hall, avoiding attention, nonetheless, his special relations would draw attention anyway. Among
Mist was confused, but quickly feigned a smile, “Zephyr boy, come here.” It was unbelievable, the usually cold and resentful Mist greeted Zephyr with warmth and welcome. “I wish to speak to him in private!” Aurora stood up and demanded coldly. Mist would not dare deny her request, and hurriedly allowed it, “Of course, Zephyr boy, lady Greenwood is an honored guest, treat her well.” … At a small terrace, Aurora examined Zephyr before she spoke coldly, “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” Zephyr offered a small smile, “Yes, I know. You’re here to cancel our wedding, isn’t it?” In his previous life, Zephyr was utterly grief-stricken, yet, no, he was nothing but calm and collected. Aurora was taken aback by the calmness of the man who stood before her, “Aren’t you mad? Don’t you hate me?” she asked. She could not help but gazed at Zephyr with a quizzical stare. “Why would I be? If we aren’t fated to be, then that’s that! Besides, you even saved me the embarrassment of publicly cancellin
“Zephyr, you idiot! Have you gone mad?! This is Aurora’s gracious gift to you, and yet you reject her?” Puck, unable to contain his rage, screamed out, barely being able to stop himself from snatching the pills right then and there. Aurora realized what was at stake, she was a smart girl after all, and felt regretful for her actions. It seemed as though Zephyr was not well-received around here, if she knew about this earlier, she would have handed the pills to him earlier at the terrace. “Alright, if you ever need help, do visit me at the Boundless Academy!” Aurora spoke with a caring voice and kept her pills. Puck was absolutely livid, his fists clenched, eyes red with anger. Puck danced around the idea of killing Zephyr right then and there, Zephyr had denied him a great opportunity. Zephyr on the other hand, maintained his stoic look. If Aurora Greenwood was not here, Puck definitely would have taught Zephyr a terrible lesson. “I’ll take my leave then, please carry on without me!”
“Here they are!” Zephyr flashed a wry smile, wondering if he could ever catch a break. He quickly ducked into the bush nearby, carefully hiding himself between the reeds. Although using Lightfoot was crucial to his escape, it used too much of his true energy to operate consistently. Were Zephyr to be caught without enough true energy, it would not bode well. A quick sliver of shimmering light flashed across Zephyr’s eyes, followed by a cracking of bark, and whipping of vines. A great tree fell, and before it stood a middle-aged man, hands clasped around the handle of a sharp sword. Behind him, nine other men ensued, faces full of bloodlust, “Linus!” Zephyr thought to himself after he scanned the entire crew before his gaze finally settled on the man who felled the tree. Linus was Puck’s greatest underling, a fighter with immense skill, a Strength of level seven. ‘In my current state, I could probably take Linus on, but going against 10 fighters at once, I will definitely get my *ss
Zephyr treaded on carefully, all the while practicing the Way. After half a day, he travelled about 40 miles, going deeper and deeper into the Forest. The air grew thicker and more malicious as time went by, it would have sent anyone within into an alarmed rate. Even though it was noon, the Forest remained dark and mysterious. Zephyr only knew of the true draconic energy being present within the Feather Forest, but as to its whereabouts, he was clueless. He had to manually locate it. Suddenly, Zephyr heard the sound of rushing water — loud and powerful — much like a tiger’s roar. ‘That must be a waterfall!’ Zephyr thought excitedly. He quickly rushed towards its source. After about 10 minutes, he finally arrived before the waterfall. Zephyr raised his head to gaze upon the water, observing it’s windiness, comparing its shape and flow to that of a dragon. Zephyr could not help but drink from the refreshing stream as it rejuvenated his senses. After he washed his face, Zephyr took no