Chapitre 71: Zahard

Zahard reappeared on a tree a few meters away. If he hadn't launched his teleportation spell in time….

Seeing the amount of destruction this simple beam had caused, he frowned.

'Is there an Elder within the Trial? How did father allow this? I need to-'

Upon a branch of a tree opposing him, a figure appeared.

Only wearing grey pants, with long white hair and skin as white as snow and a body sculpted by the gods themselves, Amon's aura was nothing like what the Prince had previously faced.

Noticing the violent swirl of rage and apathy within Amon's gaze, his frown deepened.

'Has he gone insane?'

Amon shook his head, shocking Zahard.

"No, I haven't." Amon rolled his shoulder and suddenly, tongues of flames began to appear around him. "I'm hoping you'll be enough, otherwise, I'll have to antagonise a few elders."