The sky above the sea trembled as two powerful auras collided in the open air.
Aksai hovered calmly on the back of his draconic Bluewind Eagle, his posture relaxed but alert. His eyes were fixed on the man standing opposite him in midair.
This was the First Supreme of Kalingoot.
Saarken Starfire.
By mortal standards, Saarken looked to be in his early fifties. His white and gray hair was wild and unkempt, flowing freely in the night wind. A thick, unruly beard covered much of his face, making him look rough and fierce. His eyes burned with anger, glowing faintly with Spirit light.
Blood trickled from one corner of his lips. The stain was fresh.
It was clear that he was injured internally. His breathing was steady, but there was a slight hitch to it—something only an experienced cultivator could notice. His Spirit aura fluctuated in small waves, not fully stable.
Saarken wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at Aksai.
"You," he growled.
