Brilliant flames of gold bristled Li Mu’s very self. Using his sword as he would a saber, he put on a show of the intricate and masterful techniques that he learned from Molderad, reducing every crossbow quiver into dust.

“WHO’S THERE!? HOW DARE YOU COMMIT MURDER IN A MILITARY STAGING STATION!?” he boomed.

It was all he could do to keep his rage in check, or he would have gone into a rampage.

Something insidious was afoot—something ...