Novel & Cerita Way Of Kings Prologue

Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion. “To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb –“

Zephyr’s face relaxed and showed relief. “Finally, I can now learn the Ancient Draconic Way,” muttered Zephyr. The Ancient Draconic Way — also known as The Dragon’s Might or The Way of The Dragon was an ancient skill. Legends spoke of an untold number of heroes and saints fighting over the chance to learn it. Rumor has it that this skill was considered the most barbaric method back then, outright forbidden for the most part. It was said that practitioners who mastered the Way could transform themselves into a dragon, conquering all those beneath them.

He sat with his eyes closed, concentrating on his breathing as he prepared himself to merge with the sword once more. After the Brintohar, Rhychard spent a few days with Kendalais teaching Rhychard to reach into the sword to communicate with the other Warriors. As he envisioned the other twelve, they took turns sharing their stories and advice, teaching him the histories of the Warriors of the Way as well as the Land Under. Most of it was generic in scope but had given him a broad perspective. Sadly, since the battle of Feather Lakes, Rhychard had not had a chance to converse with the other Warriors again due to the chaos that became his life since. However, with everything going on with Ren