Past

The Exiled fortress was much like the others, which disappointed Atrox because he thought it would be a forest or something related to it.

But unlike the others, who seemed to hold the top five of the second layer as their apprentices, the Exiled Flagbearer was an Elemental Knight with water essence.

She invited Atrox alone to a small pool set in the middle of her garden behind the castle. Her name was Pomora, and she didn't look like a Master Knight; she looked like she should be tending her garden and not fighting monsters.

She might have been in her sixties or fifties, but she looked no older than thirty.

Everything about her was small, but not like Serdan. Her eyes sparkled bright blue, and she gave him a friendly smile as she poured him tea. "I grew this in my garden. It's very good and will help you relax."

Atrox tensed at that, the cup stopping halfway to his mouth. "Relax?"