Capítulo 120: Hazerion's Dilemma

Arriving before it, Kaelan's eyes fell on a sword. It appeared to be made of pure gold, but one could tell from looking at it that was not the case. It seemed to twinkle with what looked like golden galaxies inside of it. Along the sharp edge of the blade were strange markings—runes, perhaps—different from normal, running from the tip to the golden handle, glowing white.

Hazerion paused, his eyes lingering on the pedestal where †Restria† rested.

"The dragon god..."

"...eventually grew strong enough to fulfill his creator's final wish. With †Restria† in hand, he ended the life of his creator, just as he was destined to."

Hazerion's eyes darkened as he continued, stepping closer to the sword, his gaze fixed on its gleaming blade.