Chapter 106. Return

MAIDENS' LAIR

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THE TINY OF THE DROPLETS CAME IN CONTACT WITH THE EDGE OF HIS SWORD. He was just practicing and honing his skill before the blood rains came. Yet, he is still closing his eyes but the stench smell of the blood rains made him change the pace of his stance and movement. He swiftly moved left and parried his sword against the chilly wind and iron-smell of the rain. He heard the footsteps of his knight but before they could speak, Fairol came back and put his right hand side ways to make them stop. Fairol already knows that he doesn't like being disturbed in his sword dance, no matter what kind of turbulence ahead of them, only him can decide when to stop.

He lifted his head and spun around while feeling the rhythm of the rain touching his skin, one by one. He felt the time around him paused as the droplets of the rain slow