Kael stepped to the side as blood splurted out of a bear's throat, nearly staining his shirt.
The half-elf had been shredding through these bears with such efficiency that Kael began to question his past.
He was a professor at the academy, so Stark's strength did not impress him. It was clear that he was still a fledgling.
Each year, hundreds of candidates sought admission into the academy, many of whom lost their lives before they even entered the admission office.
Many shortly after that…
Those who survived were the absolute best of the best, lethal in every single way.
He had potential, but that was all there was. The issue was the way he fought—it was ruthless, classless, and without any degree of elegance.
No notable sword style, no flashy techniques… just clear, efficient violence.
Kael watched as he slid underneath a bear's legs, then looked away as he slashed the bear's family jewels, earning a painful shout from the beast.
A shudder ran down his spine…
