Chapter 36
After accepting Douglas' insincere apology, Malakor had decided that he wasn’t quite done making an impression. With a languid stretch that spoke of the massive strength hidden beneath his skin, he stepped further onto the training field.
“Since I’m already here, I think I’ll get some exercise in,” he mused aloud. The guards on the field froze, their weapons suspended in mid-air. They were taken aback, but none of them had the nerve to speak out in protest, especially with Duncan still on the sidelines, his expression unreadable. Malakor strolled the perimeter of the sparring mats, his eyes scanning the sea of guards. “So, King Duncan,” he called out, his voice carrying easily across the grounds, “who would you say is your strongest guard?”
The response was instantaneous. Sev
