Chapitre 567: Master and Apprentice (Part 1)

Tasaar Quinus was an Awakened almost 600 years old, yet he didn't appear to be one day past his fifties. He was 1.8 meters (5'11") tall, with deep bronze skin, greyed black hair and a beard that emphasized his pearl white teeth.

He was considered one of the best Wardens and swordmasters of the blood desert.

He was still inwardly debating on whether he should be angry for his heir's defiance or for the fact that his heir failed to kill a seemingly rogue Awakened. The purple aura exuding from his body made his white robe flap like he was amid a windstorm. 

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to obtain my territory? To have Overlord Salaark bestow upon me full authority over my tribe? Now I risk everything, and for what?"

The only reason why Tasaar wasn't already in Zantia to murder his successor with his own hands instead of talking to him with his communication amulet, was the distance between them.