Kaelira watched as Jamine paused for effect, her hands gesturing wildly. ''With a single wave of his hand, he unleashed a surge of power. The ground shook, the air crackled, and the entire horde was gone. Just poof, obliterated. I swear, Kaelira, it was like watching a god.''
Khela nodded, her grin wide. ''That's just one story. His legend's growing by the day. They say he tamed a rogue wyvern plaguing the southern cliffs by staring it down, no weapons, just those violet dragon eyes. The beast bowed to him like a puppy.''
Her blue-haired companion jumped in, barely containing her excitement. ''And then there's the time he negotiated peace with the Frostborn Clans up north. They were ready to wage war over trade routes, but he walked into their camp, alone, and left with a treaty and their leaders' prized blade as a gift. He's not just strong; he's brilliant. He sees things no one else does.''
