Kapitel 69: When a Storm Breaks: A New Awakened

"What…?" Tharion muttered, his brows furrowing in surprise.

Standing before Kael was a figure cloaked in dark combat armor, his imposing frame radiating unshakable confidence.

Long silver hair fluttered in the breeze, catching the faint moonlight.

A smirk tugged at the edge of his lips, as if this entire situation was nothing more than a joke.

"Yo, kid,"

He pushed Tharion's blade back effortlessly, twirling his own sword once before planting it into the ground with a smirk.

"What the hell happened to you? Lying here like a beaten dog? Where's that arrogance you always carry around, huh?"

Kael blinked, his mind barely processing what he was seeing.

'Zarenth… He's here…'

Tharion narrowed his eyes, his tone darkening.

"You—who are you?" Tharion asked.

Zarenth ignored him completely, crouching down near Kael.

He grinned, his piercing crimson red eyes locking onto Kael's battered form.