Zeke flashed his sword, it sent him and his sword into a dance of death, deflecting here, slashing there, slicing here, stabbing there, all the while accompanied by the roars of a dragon.
Even though he was faced with the Elders' onslaught, he had no intention of backing down.
Their powers crashed with each other, it shattered the breeze, the air, and even the silence around them.
Zeke took a great hit, the impact sent him reeling back a few steps.
The Khan Elders did not leave Zeke any leeway, they immediately followed up with another attack.
"Kneel!" they commanded.
"This is bad, they're stronger than I've thought, incredible! If it weren't for the Way, I would've been sent flying to the nearest healer by now!" Zeke thought, right now, he was afraid, yet excited at the same time.
'It seems like they leave me no choice,' he thought.
Zeke stood still, ignited Lightfoot, and gathered up his Focus, he was going all in.
"Elders, please, hold your hands!" Right then, an old voice rang out.
After hearing this, Zeke's Focus dissipated, and like the end of a lightning strike, stood still in his place.
This voice was familiar to him.
Zephyr's eyes could not help but tear up at the realization, "Grandfather, is that you?!" Zeke knew this voice well; it was Tyson Khan.
"Tyson? What are you doing here?" asked one of the Elders.
"Khan Elders, let my boy Zephyr in, please," said Tyson.
Zeke frowned, upon hearing Tyson'svoice, he could tell something was wrong.
He sounded as though he had not much energy.
Suddenly, as soon as Tyson's plea ended, the face of the cliff in front of Zeke began to stir and shake, suddenly, it revealed a small slit which slowly opened.
The slit opened into a hole, the size of a door. Although the cave mouth looked tiny, the insides were vast, only marked by a small path before the opening.
Zeke followed the small pathway, and before long, found himself before a medium-sized palace.
He entered and saw three old men who sat on the ground.
Two of the old men had their faces covered with long hair, their features were hard to make out.
Looking at them, Zeke felt an intense wave of energy, a terrible power.
From the moment Zeke entered, the two men's gaze had locked onto him.
Zeke found it hard to breathe with the
suffocating powers that were being exuded around him.
He quickly recited the Way, using his Might to hold off their crushing auras for the time being.
'Incredible, these two must be the two Agiles, the Khan Elders! It would seem they had not yet used their true strength!' Zeke thought to himself.
Unbeknownst to Zeke, the two old men were wary and weary of him.
"Zeke my boy, is that you?" asked the old man sitting before them, slowly.
Zeke turned his gaze to the man, his heart rate rose up, the blood within him pumped.
Zeke was excited and relieved to see his grandfather.
"Yes grandfather, it's me!" Before he knew it, Zeke felt his eyes turn blurry with warm tears.
The years he spent suffering, suddenly washed away.
Zeke was only seven when his grandfather left.
After that, Mitch had done and said everything he could to demean Zeke.
Regardless of if he reincarnated, Zeke would never forget the cruelty he was dealt at Mitch's hands.