Chapter 415: Centurion’s Fall

Tycondrius flicked his wrist, activating his spatial ring and summoning his Sword of Venom in hand. A Gold-Rank weapon spirit inhabited its Orcish-runed scabbard... If it cooperated, Zenon would have the chance to recover. 

Placing the scabbard against Zenon's chest, Tycon gave a mental order to his System. 

« System, establish communication with Garock. »

⟬ Establishing connection... ⟭ 

Tycon shut his eyes for a moment, re-opening them to find himself no longer in the Caeruleum gladiator pits, but instead, in the lush swamps of the Free Nation. 

...

Tycon found the old Orcish Samurai in his home, seated on the floor and concentrating on his craft at a low table. Just as Tycon remembered, Garock wore the simple clothes of a farmer... but the set he wore seemed... cleaner, more cared for. He sat with a straight back, focused and calm.