Chapter 250 (1/2)

Book 2, Chapter 107 – Dawnbreaker

The windstep boots had been in Natessa's possession for over five years Every day she explored the relic, trying to learn how to use it the most efficient way possible, how best to utilize its powers Ultimately, she discovered that despite her efforts there was still a lot she didn't know

“This trick is called gale-shot What do you think?”

He handed the boots back to Instructor Windharin

Natessa was not concerned with the disrespect Cloudhaas showing his superiors She was still struggling to believe as in front of her Hoas it possible that Cloudhawk could use her relic so masterfully, after only a few enerations, and they had a record of for that they'd never fallen into outsider hands She could be absolutely certain at least that in recent years no one had touched the and likely had never heard of the boots before co to the valley Frankly, it made no sense

Cloudhawk spoke confidently in the face of their visible doubt “Y'all don't know talent when you see it, huh”

Cloudhawk's little display had been very enlightening Although he didn't share the details of how he did it, Natessa was skilled enough that she was sure she could puzzle it out But Cloudhawk succeeded in his task, he proved his worth

The guy's self-satisfaction was so rankling to Eckard he had to fight back to urge to chop him in half

People like him were cancer If they allowed his attitude to fester and spread a the others, how could they assert any kind of authority? Eckard could bluster all he wanted, but it wouldn't help if his students did not fear or respect him

Next, Cloudhawk turned his attention to Instructor Cenhelm He'd been curious about the man ever since he came to hell's Valley What was he like underneath that plate armor? He'd been here for le word The man was a mystery

“Instructor Cenhelht if I took a look at your armor?”

Duiant From head to toe, every inch of him was covered in that perfectly fitted suit of armor His whole face was obscured to where Cloudhawk even wondered if he could breathe under there He couldn't see where the arether, either, like a solid piece of metal Cloudhaasn't sure how he could take it off

Well, he couldn't have been born in that suit He certainly seeh Would he do what Cloudhawk asked?

“Don't take it off! You can't!”

Before Dumont could even react a look of shock and concern crossed Eckard's hideously scarred face Natessa, upon hearing Cloudhawk's request, also frowned in disapproval She took half a step back

Their reaction surprised Cloudhawk What the hell did it matter to them if he took the armor off or not?

Duether, and then inch by inch the arers, thesplit and receded into itself in layers Soon his arms were revealed up to his shoulders, and the sa from his feet up to his waist Eventually the entire suit folded up the whole two-plus meters to disappear into the helmet That was the only piece of the armor that didn't vanish

Somehow, the whole suit was contained inside it

It would be difficult to find anyone ouldn't be shocked by the scene As incredible as the construction of the relic was, though, it hat Cloudhawk found beneath that nearly made his eyes roll out of his skull

Two hundred and thirty centie, sturdy, immovable as a boulder No one had ever seen the instructor inside, but with a name like Dumont Cenhelm Cloudhawk expected a man built like a mountain Tall as a tower and just as burly, that's what he thought What was revealed was anything but what he anticipated

Duht was closer to a hundred and sixty centimeters He was thin and frail with a wrinkled face half hidden behind a white beard He was slightly hunched, his cheeks were sunken, but his eyes were sharp and lively The instructor's limbs were thin as bamboo reeds

Eckard scowled “fuck”

The old ently placed it on the ground Croaking laughter rattled from his throat, like a man freed from a prison after years of captivity His look and the sound he made left Cloudhawk speechless Was this the real Dumont Cenhelm?

“I can't tell you how s that armor is to wear every day Why that face, Ecky, hh a lot, you and I, but we haven't had much opportunity to talk The ar Noe can have a real conversation Smile, will you?”

When the wrinkled old man turned his eyes to Natessa, a dirty look flashed in their depths

“Ah, Natessa I've alanted to say you only see on in years Maybe it's tiood man, eh? Maybe I can introduce soood lad You should meet him”

He continued to babble incessantly at his fellow instructors, words coun

Both Eckard and Natessa wore grimaces It looked like both of therandpa His voice was like a cloud of flies buzzing around in their heads, leaving them pained but powerless to stop it

All of a sudden, Cloudhawk got it

Instructor Cenhelinning, locked in that enor talkaholic What a sharp contrast! The severity of it made it that much harder to accept