The spaceship was how he'd left it, a broken wreck. A thing so battered from this view it seemed impossible that it would still be working or functioning.
Tatehan smiled as he stared at it, his eyes gleaming with hope.
'Home!'
'Home sweet home.'
That word made him think back to the map in his inventory, given by Kael. The map that led to *his* home.
But while Kael never arrived at his own home, here was Tatehan, standing in front of his. The broken spaceship of the Red Dragon was his home.
Slowly, he started walking toward it. Around him were parched traces of grass. He looked at the sky, squinting so the sun wouldn't burn his eyes.
The sun was certainly very hot when it rose here.
He unsummoned the armor. It went off his body in a spiral of cosmic-like smoke, the helmet dissolving from his head.
He placed his hand on the panel beside the door. His biometric signature was recognized and Tatehan stepped into the spaceship, his face one of accomplishment.
