War With The Cult (Part 1)

{Drom}

Heath, still covered in full plate armour excluding his head, stood in the open area between the city walls and the forest surrounding them.

He had just defeated the fighter chosen by the cult and was waiting for an answer to the question he asked after the duel.

"Uhm... Hello? Are you surrendering or what?" He asked again with an annoyed tone of voice.

Heath was originally quite excited a few months back when he had heard of people with powers and realised he was one of them.

His excitement quickly died when he saw the abilities some of the other ability users had. Controlling things like fire or lightning, teleporting immense distances, healing the sick and injured with a touch.

But what did he get? The ability to summon a sword. In his eyes, his ability was all but completely useless.