Aza'zel looked down at the now comfortable Wendy. For months now, their skinship was as far as a handshake if not less—who would have expected the call of primal fear to shatter all these awkward barriers and send the beauty into his arms?
He smiled, waiting for her to calm down before he said, "This is Rust, he will remember your aura and keep his senses locked on you at all times as long as you don't leave New Raksha. Moreover, he will also protect the young talents as they practice with peace of mind toward the end of this decade."
In about four years from now, the portals to the Sacred Staircase would open once more, and accompanying a flood of source energy, there would be vast resources and reinforcements for the seven earldoms. The battles would only intensify by then.
