Owen stood in his humanoid form beside Yuki on the departure platform as they both looked back to Drak'thar environment, both of them packed and ready.
The slime—now named Uru—sat contentedly on Yuki's head, pulsing with its green glow.
The five Greater Dragons had now gathered again to see them off.
Veridra then stepped forward with her emerald eyes fixed on Yuki and flowers blooming below her feet with each step she took.
"Before you go," She said, "I have something for you."
She reached behind her back, and when her hand reappeared, she held a katana.
The weapon was exquisite, the blade glowed with a shine that seemed to shift and flow like liquid, while the hilt was wrapped in dark green leather with scale patterns embossed into it.
"This blade was forged from one of my scales," Veridra explained, offering it to Yuki. "It carries properties inherent to my nature. The edge never dulls. And anything it cuts..."
