As the half-black and white longsword pierced Emera's chest with a seemingly fatal strike, Khal looked coldly at Emera without any trace of sympathy toward her.
"I don't know nor do I care who you are but if you ever dare to disrespect me in such manner again, I won't be this forgiving as I was just now." Khal's voice was akin to a basin of cold water that made Emera's body tremble uncontrollably.
"I... I am sorry..." Emera was no fool although her temper was bad. She knew that she had died just now if it were not for the sword in Khal's hand she would have definitely seen her ancestors even though she was just 22 years old!
The feeling as life force was poured into her body through the weapon's blade was something Emera has never seen before but was smart enough to know only powerful individuals had the strength to possess one!
