John walked away without looking back.
But those who remained at the scene of the duel were still deep in shock.
Old Jaque stepped up to Tairon and poked his shoulder with a twig he picked up from the ground. To his surprise, the usually proud Frost Blade didn't react at all.
Crap. He'd gone too far. The man wasn't just defeated—he was shattered.
Old Jaque scratched his head, troubled.
His original intention had only been to embarrass Tairon a little. He hadn't expected John to go that hard on him.
He had been looking forward to a good fight with Tairon… But now? What fight? The guy was broken.
On the other side of the field, Arnaud IV was still reclined on his luxurious chair, which his attendants carried with utmost care to avoid even the slightest jolt that might disturb their frail but noble Emperor.
His eyes were half-closed, but they shimmered with intense vigilance.
