CHAPTER 86: Void Forge

Tunde simply lay down on his bed, his entire body both mentally and physically exhausted. His bones echoed with the damage gotten from sparring, his head pounding and his heart feeling like it had been put through the wrangle just by training with the Highlord. He had passed out into a much relieving slumber, awoken only by the chirp of a bed that kept pecking at his window, groaning from the disturbance. It was late at night, and the lights of the city burned bright, Tunde sighed to himself as he rolled on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

It was dark in his room, just as he liked it, shutting his eyes, his mind replaying the various scenes that had happened to him within the few months after the battle of Jade Peak as it was called. He stared at his hand, coaxing a power he had kept hidden for a long time flare back up. Black and white flames sprang to life, barely illuminating the room, as if they drank in the darkness itself.