Kaiden had always believed in one thing: power ruled all. His entire life had revolved around that singular truth. When his father died and his house fell a decade ago, he'd blamed it on powerlessness. They simply weren't strong enough, he told himself. Because of that, he'd trained nonstop since before he even awakened, determined to raise his house from the depths into which it had fallen and ensure such a thing never happened again.
However, the past few months had shaken that belief. He would have never thought he'd meet anyone like Zephyrion. Cold, powerful, and talented beyond measure. Kaiden had always considered himself mature for his age because of the cruel things he'd endured during his childhood, yet since his first battle, and defeat, against Zephyrion, he'd begun to suspect the latter had gone through even worse.
