“Get lost!” A heated palm strike shot forward, blasting away the Mist Lord guard.
The man roaring and almost going out of control was Ranser, Razil’s father. His violent behavior at the castle of his father, the Marzel’s family head, may have seemed impertinent, however, in truth it was nothing but justified.
“Enter”. A hoarse voice reverberated throughout the castle.
To its approval, the guards and commander of the family head’s castle made way for Ranser, to proceed from the foyer to the family head’s chamber.
An old man with grave and imposing appearance waited to welcome Ranser.
Ignoring, or rather to angry to pay attention to his father’s own fiery temper, Ranser strode into the large chamber, which overlooked most of the Marzel property, as an azure aura erupted from every pore
