Marcus departed the warehouse on his own, leaving Nyzze to care for Lira on his own. He despised anyone who looked down on another, and recently his anger had been spewing forth more than he knew he was capable of.
He briskly walked through the city, still feeling the fire burning inside him. Unbeknownst to him, the chi of the Demonic Bladeart raged as it coursed throughout his body.
His mind raced as he thought about Lira's words; to him, she was no better than Neghiag. Despite night falling hours later during his trek through the city toward the pagoda from the instructions given to him by Nyzze, his anger never subsided.
The Ten Thousand Fists Training Pagoda was nestled far from the warehouse in a densely built portion of Draconia. Unlike the sleek futuristic architecture of the surrounding buildings, the Ten Thousand Fists Training Pagoda stuck out like a sore thumb, being a nine-storied building matching its inspiration from Eastern Culture.
