Commander Hardstone stood at the fore of the tesseract as it glided gently through the air.
It was morning and he decided to enjoy some morning breeze.
Right on this spot a few months ago, he had stood side by side with Chiron, and was telling him about the Vandora kingdom and it's greatness.
He couldn't help but sigh at this.
"Commander Hardstone!" Vanguard called to him, "we are almost at the Chanland capital city."
"Hmmm!" He nodded, "I know," he took a deep breath, "I can smell it in the air. The smell of fear!"
"Commander Hardstone, do you think it's true? Did the armless prince really conquer the Chanland kingdom in one night!?"
"Hahahaha!!!" Commander Hardstone chuckled, "Do you remember when we first saw him? A boy at age ten bloody and beaten. Yet, he stood refusing to fall in front of hundreds of cultivators. All of them with the goal of ending him, and yet," Commander Hardstone had a recalling look on his face.
