Interlude 3: Broken Fealty, Reformed Unity
5 Years Later
Kadra
Kadra’s eyes opened, and the whirlwind of mana and chie that had surrounded him for what felt like years stilled in an instant. As quiet and still as stone buried in ice during the heart of winter. Still, silent, and at peace. A terrible peace.
In place of rage, Kadra felt conviction.
But his gri…