CHAPTER 809
Meanwhile, while the siblings were at each other's throats, their father stood facing three opponents.
Gunther Stormvale. Mada Stormvale. And an elite instructor of the academy—Seraphine.
"So… how do we begin?" Rowen asked with a faint smirk and a slight tilt of his head, staring at the trio who had their weapons drawn and ready.
With a steady exhale, Gunther stepped forward.
His hands gripped the hilts of his dual swords strapped across his back as he kept his gaze locked deeply onto Rowen.
Sera stood beside him, her fingers tightening around her blade with visible intensity.
"Mada…" Gunther began without turning around. "Support where you can. I won't tell you not to fight because I know how stubborn you are—and we both know how powerful he is.
Which is exactly why I need to say this."
Mada held his breath, ready to hear what his brother was about to say.
