Zhan swore under his breath, his hand clenching the hilt of the sword until his knuckles were white. In front of him, the slab of jade sat as cool and undisturbed as before.
Why?
Why?!
WHY?!
The boy angrily flung the sword at the slab of jade. The blade made contact with the rock, flashed, then shattered.
Zhan stared at the mess of metal on the ground and swore again. Things weren't just going from bad to worse, they were… they were… he couldn't find the words to describe it.
"Careful of the sharp bits when you sweep all that up," said a voice.
Zhan turned to find Morgan sauntering down the set of metal stairs bolted to the cave wall. He gritted his teeth and folded his arms, bells around his wrist lightly tinkling. Things were even worse than worse. How did the man even know to come to this cave? Zhan thought he'd been careful but clearly he'd missed something.
