Chapter 42

The voice rang like a great bell, followed by a blast of immense power. It came forth like an endless hunger, wanting to devour all before it. “Enough!” came the voice again, this time its origin made clear. A figure appeared before Zephyr, as if out of thin air, his movements were as fast as lightning.

He wore fine clothes which complimented his sturdy figure. The man was no more than 30, yet his aura exuded superiority. He was no ordinary combatant. His eyes carried great surprise and disgust. Upon resting his gaze on Zephyr, it quickly changed, it was as though he looked upon an insignificant insect, his pride was gleaming. It was Lincoln, the Khan’s personal medicine man, the most hated man in Zephyr’s life, past and present.

Lincoln emitted an intimidating aura, one which surrounded not only his body, but the air around him. He was a powerful combatant without a doubt. Zephyr noticed that Lincoln had yet to enter the Agility level; he was still a Strength of level nine, an inc