Fallen and scorched trees littered the terrain. Wind tore violently through the space where the two figures stood, their energies climbing higher and higher without sign of stopping. It had been a month since the announcement of war, and little had changed in Tunish since then. The only significant development was the arrival of about fifty soldiers, with many more said to be coming. The fighting had not yet begun, only lords moving their pawns.
In that same month, Rokku had mastered convergence, and Ren quietly feared that the gap between them had closed entirely. A man was never meant to compete with a spirit beast.
Tuarine watched the two from a distance, astonished by their speed and ferocity.
