“I can’t kill the son of Jason Femur, but know this: I am the son of White-Hawk, I am Lieutenant General Erefiel who commands the defence of Bravnicka from the invading akar. I wield the Blade of Bereniel and have felled scores with its edge.” The bravado backed by Erefiel’s tone built upon itself like a rising storm. Cassidy gathered enough of his wits to truly wither under Erefiel’s gaze.
