Zarek took deep breaths, beads of sweat falling down his brow. The summer months were already well underway, and yet his body seemed to be making the sun look as though it wasn't very good at its job.
His body was at such a scalding temperature compared to the air around him that his breaths were misting as though it was the depths of winter.
Sweat drenched him, but his eyes were focused to an extreme, as though he was ready to fight for another three days if necessary.
Focus. Unbridled focus.
But there were no enemies left to fight, almost leaving him disappointed in the outcome.
He had missed that feeling.
Slowly, he unbent his knees, standing from an athletic posture to ramrod straight.
He stood on the other end of the bridge, the fire in his amber eyes slowly fading as the wind finally seemed to begin to reach him.
With a flip of his blades in his palms, he sheathed them both to his back and finally checked the progress.
