Valek Drakar sat alone in his dormitory chamber.
The curtains were drawn, the crystal lamps dim. He hadn't dismissed his servants, nor had he spoken to anyone since it happened.
With the help of advanced potions and healing special abilities, he didn't stay for long in the Academy clinic. Just a few hours after the duel and he was back to whole like nothing happened to him.
His fast recovery was also because unlike Kairo who got multiple lacerations on his body, all he got was one single, brutal knockout.
Recovering from it was much simpler, but the scar remained on his jaw. It would heal naturally with time.
Physically, Valek may no longer be in pain but psychologically, he felt like a surgical blade cut through his brain, drilling a hole in his pride.
He just sat there, staring into the mirror across from his bed.
His reflection stared back at him, bruised and swollen, his once-pristine jawline marred by the fist of a slumrat... Kairo Vale.
