Bab 90: Broken

Alden stared at Alistair. 

His intense gaze locked onto the Guildmaster, assessing, ready to perceive even the slightest movement. His body was incredibly tense, and for good reason. 

The memory of previous spars flashed before Alden's eyes. 

…Snow kicking up in the air, strained grunts, and an immutable strength that crashed into his blade. 

Alden immediately snapped out of his daze. 

However, it was too late… 

The damage was already done. 

Alistair's feet kicked off the ground. Within an instant, he had already covered most of the distance separating them. Instead of retreating, Alden stayed calm, leaning into the strike. Sparks flew, and the young man struggled to maintain his footing. His sword shook under the intensity of his father's attack. 

"What happened?" 

The Guildmaster gritted his teeth.