Lindal the Tyrant.
Among the continent’s Grand Masters, he was known for wielding the most destructive Aura of all. While other knights found their Aura growing calm and refined upon reaching that rank, his was focused on a single principle: destruction.
He was the Tyrant of War, the Berserker. A single swing of his sword could pulverize a mountain; a single roar could dominate a battlefield.
And the Aura cultivation technique he used…
The Aura of Emotion. The very technique Roxen had learned from Roxha.
With each breath, the surrounding Aura began to glow a deep crimson.
The first emotion Lindal had mastered was rage.
His second strike was far more powerful than the first. The proof?
The vicious slash tore through Pepia’s fine suit, leaving a gash across his chest.
“…Hah.”
Pepia’s eyes curved into crescents as he glanced down at the wound. He looked delighted.
But Roxen gave him no quarter. “Let’s see how long that smile lasts!”
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