"That's Hellstorm," Mindseer said as the man and woman slowly descended from the sky. "The other one must be Lily of Ruin. I can sense Depthcaller in the city."
"It can't be.." Hellstorm murmured. "Am I dreaming?"
"No," the pugilist woman beside him replied. "That is indeed the Land-breaker. I did not want to believe this."
Mindseer had talked with the Land-breaker at length, telling him all that had happened with the Highswords and the Five Kingdoms. Damian had no idea what the Land-breaker thought of it, but he was indeed not very pleased with the future of his Highswords.
"Did you just wish me dead, woman?" the Land-breaker asked with a not-so-friendly voice.
Even though Damian had sealed the guy's mana, the aura alone in him rivaled—and even exceeded—the certified pugilist before them. That was one powerful guy. Fourth-rankers were no joke, indeed.
"Of course not, Sir Supreme Blade," Hellstorm said in a calm tone, maintaining a smile on his face.
