Relentless Pursuits, A Painful Disparity

Though he had never witnessed Kieran in action before, Hugo had it on good authority that Kieran's battle prowess should be remarkably high for his level. After all, the guy had reached Lord status in record time.

Reaching Lord's status in record time was a feat that required ample personal strength to accomplish. 

After all, it'd be difficult to rely upon others to complete that task. 

Hugo could also feel it—like he was in the presence of a slumbering beast, waiting to be awoken and unleashed. 

However, the depth of the slumbering beast was something that remained unknown to him. All he could do was feel the vague presence of this instinct; he couldn't pinpoint or specify its limits.

Not that he wanted to.

Once this sensation had arisen, Hugo's expression changed from one of slight disappointment to sheer intrigue—how heated could this battle become, and what could he expect from this young man?