The air on Ajanta Island grew heavy.
Heavier than it already was.
A strange sense of turmoil put everybody on edge.
The reason for it had been obvious.
Everybody had heard tales of the Martial Squire who killed a Martial Senior. Everybody had heard tales of the Martial Squire said to be chosen alongside the strongest and second-strongest guardians to fight off the Martial Seniors of the Kaddar Region. Everybody had heard tales of the Martial Squire that defeated Senior Xanarn alongside the second-ranked guardian.
Yet no one had seen him in more than a year.
Many of the new guardians that had emerged from the new influx of Martial Squires to the Floating Sect had never seen him. They did not know what weight these rumors held. It was easy to dismiss them as exaggerations.
A Martial Squire killing a Martial Senior? What kind of nonsense was that?
