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Zhenlin rose to his feet as he pulled his sword form off the ground as he ran his fingers along the surface of the bade, feeling the metal cut into his skin as it left a smear of blood along the blade. It was nice to feel something to take his mind off the storm that was growing with such power, with sure rage that it would be beyond his ability to read. Akyla was the one who was chosen of the Gods he was just the one that listen to their storms. He had heard the dust storms of desneti and the wild lightning of huangzhou but this was something else. It was the breaking point of a hurricane and that was not something that he could stop, hell he might have had a finger in causing it. He should have just left her in the cell and buried the key so deep in the ocean that they would have never found a way to let her out again. Her people had attacked and she sat there in glee while those that were better people, more honorable than he died. The fact that she was still alive as an insult onthe blood of those that had fallen, mercy was the most noble of all the traits but it was the one that asked the most of any person.

Letting his blade rest on his should as he made his way behind the Young master and on the side of his Lady. As he pulled the lightning up from the ground and into his arm as he waited. This was now in the realm of the ruling class so he stood by his master and waited. Giving her a small bow as he did so there was nothing more that ever needed to be said.
“No I would not say that you are a demon, I have seen demons they tend not to like to sit down and talk about things princes”

He turned his gaze away from her for a second as he tilted his head towards the sky listening for a sound, he could hear something slight just on the edge of it. A crackling that was building in strength and power, for a second he wonder if that was alyka there in that storm using his trident to cause the lightning. As he turned his attention back towards the naga, his eyes landing on her braids for a bit. Her hair was darker than he was expecting.

“Hmm then I must remember to bring a tuna with me the next time we have a conversation. So what do they call you princess of the sands?”

As he looked at her he wonder what his father would have said in this moment there was a myth come to life and he was there to see it.