On the stairways, the silence was only broken by the rhythmic steps of Kyrian and the sect leader. The cutting wind blew against Kyrian, but now it was only like a cold breeze.
He no longer felt the slight discomfort he once did. Now, his body knew exactly how to stand against that cutting wind present throughout the sect.
Kyrian walked firmly behind the man he would now call master.
His eyes, still green, reflected more about the valley and what had really happened, what had passed in such a short time for him to arrive at this situation.
The memories of when he was in the pavilion came to his mind, making him relive the last moments in the Leaf Sword Pavilion.
After resisting the weight of the formation inside the pavilion and reaching the invisible cut, the cut made of pure sword intent was completely absorbed by his eyes.
And it was there that everything changed.
