The Rule
The king watched the battle unfold with growing unease, his eyes widening in surprise as he recognized the leader's distinctive fighting style.
It was a style he had seen before, one that echoed the precision and skill of a single individual — Kenaz. The king's mind racing, he recalled how Kenaz had passed on his unique fighting style to his son, Samarth.
Could it be? The king's thoughts swirled with possibilities as the battle raged on. Could it be? The question kept disturbing his mind.
The meadow-green eyes gleaming beneath the sunlight, veiled by the shade of his long, curled eyelashes, could only belong to one person — Samarth.