Winds Of Sorrow [I]

Springfield, the stronghold of the Arthurian empire.

In the open and wide combat field, a strong and powerful tall Lycan was doing stamina training. His vertical and horizontal leaps were full of fierce momentum. He whirled himself around and thrust his clawed hand upwards, making ripples in the wind.

Every time he made a move, he tried his best, desperately, to control himself, but he seemed to have fallen into madness.

Suddenly, with a clicking sound, the lycan struck a pole which was instantly broken into two pieces. His stalwart body fell heavily to the ground. He knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the broken pole on the floor. There were traces of blood on the palms of his hands.

Madam Zardari, who was hiding in the dark, sighed deeply, raised her hand to wipe her tears and quickly rushed to the man's side. She squatted down and hugged him gently, calling out in distress, "Fenmore..."