CHAPTER 15

The afternoon sun casted long shadows of trees on the ground. The leaning rays of setting sun glazed warm and orange tinge to the sky. Summer is indeed here as Zane’s entire body feels the warm temperature rising. But that’s not only because of the season. The beads of sweat gracing down his chin, neck, and down to drench his plain blue shirt are making it even warmer in the humid weather.

Laser focus, back slightly bent down, and knees finding stable balance from his feet on the ground, Zane tried to steady his breathing, albeit calculated, and eyes narrowed, afraid to miss something. He made sure he’s gripping the dagger just right, prepared to defend himself from the attack. He would look up the trees to check his opponent from time to time.

On top of the third Elm tree from where Zane was standing, Tyr cautiously observed his human trainee, wearing a proud smirk on his face for the good posture and concentration on him. It’s time for sparring. But unlike the one-