Ava felt the wind breeze against her face as her Father broke into a blinding speed away from the elves.

She was unable to tell the reaction from those left behind since she was carried from the front by her Father, in which they moved so swiftly she was unable to comprehend what is happening yet judging by the shouting that continued to follow them someone was pursuing them in chase.

Ava felt her heart pounding despite not exerting herself unlike her Father, can they truly get away from those powerful elves?

Her Father was only at the fifth tier, which although considered very strong in their small tribe is nothing compared to a Monarch like Kais.

Cense already explained that a Monarch was someone who belonged in the second realm of cultivation and they were far stronger than first realm cultivators.

Even most peak ninth tier warriors in the first realm is nothing compared to even the weakest Monarch, never mind her Father who was in the fifth.

The only relieving thing was that Kais was clearly a mage meaning his physical attributes was low compared to a Warrior.

Not many can excel in both paths, it was incredibly rare for a dual cultivator Monarch since most can’t even get to the second realm even when specialising in one path never mind multiple.

In the distance she suddenly felt the battle intensify as the reverberations reached her, despite the battle being a good distance away since her Father had been running for a while with her by now.

‘The Human Monarch has acted and they’re not holding back, Monarchs rarely let loose like this among lower cultivators as even being near a battle of between Monarchs is deadly for anyone under the second realm, I’m afraid the others…’ Cense warning reminded her of Hoatan.

She thought he would be safe with the elves since he had served under them previously in which he mentioned his exploits under the Evergreens and came back safely, yet now they had left him behind in a deadly war zone.

‘You couldn’t have done anything for him, the mind magic has infiltrated his mind deep, it was his good fortune he wasn’t the sole target of the spell and the trauma of your mother passing that woke up your Father, he knew he could only try to save you and made that choice for a reason.’ Cense explained making her realise her immaturity.

She often thought of him as like a little brother when he made some snarky, light comments, yet how many times did he have to be the one to console her.

If she didn’t have him around to vent on mentally, she’d likely be an emotional wreck of a child on the outside, it’s time like this when the soul artefact shown just how old he actually was no matter how he presented himself at times.

It was at that moment she had to stop worrying about Hoatan, instead she should focus on themselves as her Father made a break for the cover of the trees.

In the distance the voices grew closer and she noticed her Father seemed to tense slightly as he realised who it was.

Starting to move swiftly through the forest, her Father moved expertly, navigating the shrubs, large trees, overgrown wildlife like an expert, barely pausing as he transversed the forest like it was his backyard.

Her Father did his best to lose them, she thought he would succeed until midway through his jump a large gust of wind hit them sending them flying into a tree.

She felt body flying through the air before her Father safely wrapped himself around her, taking the full brunt of the force as his back slammed into the thick tree.

“Agh” her Father groaned as he slide down the tree, checking her in his arms he looked down to her, he said, “You alright, you’re not hurt are you?”

Her Fathers worried and caring gaze made her feel guilty for being too harsh on him the past days under the corrupt elves.

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She did not emphasise enough, he had lost her mother too, and it was well known in the tribe they had been childhood friends, she was the love of his life and he watched her die in front of him without being able to do anything to save her.

Kais Evergreen miscalculated in his treatment, he thought mind magic would allow him to get away with anything but he took things too far in his manipulations.

She looked up with a sad smile on her face, “I’m alright Dad, how are you?”

Her Father looked back with a look of sadness before it changed to a slight grin as he said, “I’m ok sweetheart, this is little whack ain’t nothing to your Father!”

Ava smiled but the atmosphere was ruined when a loud laugh sounded.

“Adorable!” a voice said as her Father turned gloomy realising he forgot that they had company.

Two elven men entered, they were young, beautiful in appearance like most elves, tall and strong looking, they resembled warriors however the wave of Qi shot by one of them clearly indicated mage training.

‘Elven spell swords, weaker than the mounted humans though, but around the same tier as your Father yet focused on two paths, troublesome opponents.’ Cense quickly assessed judging the aura released by the two.

“Listen Algar and Elex, don’t force me to bring back my daughter to the man that killed my wife, just let us go in peace, I won’t interfere with anything else, I just want to raise my daughter in peace like my wife would have wanted. We have served together for many years, I have put my life on the line for you many times as you have did me, for my sake just let me go, say I have escaped.” Xandas said pleadingly on his knees. He never had to beg like this in his life, but he was willing to do so for his daughter.

Elex gaze softened as he look at his old friend for a moment but Algar just laughed.

“Always one for theatrics old friend. You know what I get if I fail that Kais? I’d probably live, still valuable to them, but I don’t want to get punished for you and your dead sluts daughter sake. Now pick up and your sword and die like a man.” Algar said venomously as he spat on the floor.

Elex felt conflicted but still gripped his sword tightly, he knew Algar had always been jealous of Xandas talent in swordsmanship, besting him in repeated spars when it came to just using the blade, even if he could use magic at a limited level, something Xandas could never replicate it did nothing to soothe his ego and hate at being embarrassed by some lower tribesman over and over in the drill sessions among the Evergreens.

Xandas gaze hardened, turning cold, no longer showing any cordiality to the man who disrespected him as he proposed, “How about for old times sake then? Me and you, battle it out? No limits on anything this time, let us determine who’s the best once and for all?”

Algar rushed to respond before Elex could interrupt saying, “I accept! Back down Elex, he’s mine. You really think you can best me without me holding back, so you? Only reason you won that many times is the barbaric limitation of only using the blade, I’ve been waiting to teach your arrogant ass a lesson.”

Elex tried to intervene and tell Algar it was best to end this quickly, but the other elf pushed him aside making him just back off in defeat.

Algar smirked seeing Xandas ready his blade as he replied, “Now now pretty boy, I’ve been waiting to bash up that smug face.”

Enhancing himself with his Battle Qi he swung blindingly fast, but Xandas easily parried batting away his blade, however Algar was a spell sword for a reason, charging a quick incarnation Xandas felt a gust of wind throwing him back making him lose his balance before Algar was already upon him.

Narrowly blocking, Xandas found himself on the defensive having to defend against the sudden gusts of winds appearing to disrupt him, backing off continuously finally there was a sufficient enough distance for Algar to use a powerful incarnation.

“Wind Blade!” He murmured sending a massive blade of air towards Xandas who burst forward in a role, missing the massive Qi blade of air that hit the tree behind him splitting it into two.

“I always wanted to end you with my blade!” Algar said smugly as he brought his sword down onto the floored Xandas who hurriedly blocked it, feeling the strain in his arms as Algar pressed down using his superior momentum to direct the blade towards his neck.

Ava felt herself looking on with pure fear for her Father.

The both of them moved so blindingly fast she could barely catch the battle itself. Both use of the sword was incredible, the technique, prowess and physical ability on display was mind blowing.

It put into perspective how strong warriors were, she could only imagine how powerful a Warrior Monarch would be.

Algar grinned as he felt victory was going to be his, savouring it, he said, “Looks like end of the line for you old friend, just want to let you know I’m going to enjoy handing your daughter back alongside your decapitated head.”

It was that moment Algar felt his legs go under him as he was flipped onto the ground.

Before he could react he let out a gargling sound as a blade was swiftly swiped across his neck.

“Always too focused on your blade attacks and magic, like I told you before, you really need to pay attention to the feet.” Xandas lectured to him as he heard his last words before his death.