NEOLANDER’S POV

I placed the cigarette on the middle of my lips, watching the spilling of the blood from the warriors. A small smile formed on my lips when the victor held the head of the enemies and then slashed it mercilessly. No touch of pity expressed to him. No heart involved. Just like how I taught it.

A created a slow three claps, which made everybody startled. All of the attention was in me. Their heads followed me as I ramped into the center of the crowd.

This was just an ordinary day for the training. My smirk slowly became wide when my eyes touched the man walking toward...