Jeci and the Commander clashed upon each other and all her lesson for the past few months since she joined Northern was immediately put to test.
Commander Zebelon was as fierce as a warrior as he was a commander.
The man wielded a sword that was slightly longer than normal, while it could have been easily grouped as an Odachi, it wasn't. It was long and instead of a straight blade, the blade looked like it had been carved out of inspiration of a wave.
And the sword itself was a daunting foe.
Put in the hands of a vicious commander? Those two were a malicious cohort. And they immediately unleashed hell on Jeci who was wielded her crimson spear.
Even though hell broke loose upon her, Jeci fought like she was molded by its flames. Instead of pushing back she tore forward with undulating dark waves burning asides everything around her.
