After the event, Zephyr walked away from the throne hall at a brisk pace, the elders had not only been stunned by the turnout of the event, but they conveyed that it was the most memorable one they have ever had after so many years.
His mind drifted to when he was in the ring, fighting that person whom he believed to be a man at first but was deceived by the appearance. It was Blair, he recalled how he had been unforgiving with his strikes. He rushed at her as if she was someone on par with him, whereas she wasn't. Inwardly, he smiled, thinking that she had changed a lot and was perfectly okay to protect herself.
He walked in the direction of her chamber, his hands slightly rubbing the bottle of ointment. His hair danced along with the wind, giving it that ruffled look. He hadn't changed either his clothes or the kohl in his eyes, appearing slightly more intimidating than he had earlier.
