Chapter 115 - Star Iron

The treehouse sat in silence before Thormund stood up and fixed his clothes, considering that it was just a rather loose-fitting shirt and some type of leather pant; they did not require fixing at all. The other members of the first generation knew that this prim and proper image he was trying to portray was only a prelude to his anger. They may have been prisoners, but they were still his people and the display that he had just watched was entirely too pitiful. The young boy on the screen had not even bothered to save any of his mana. He had drained himself dry from the incredible act of violence that he had just committed and was on the projection screen, sitting on the sand, smoking and resting.