'Bring it on,' I thought, feeling the thrill of anticipation stir beneath the steady resolve. This was the moment I'd been preparing for, a confrontation years in the making.
From my spatial storage, I withdrew the pair of daggers Kieran had provided just today. The blades glinted dully in the faint light, their edges sharp enough to slice through steel, the perfect tools for a close-quarters encounter.
I hadn't had the luxury of training with them yet—they were a last-minute addition, an unexpected bonus—but that didn't matter. Their craftsmanship alone spoke of their potential. They'd find their purpose here, in the shadow of the Void Dragon's lair.
Next, I reached into the storage and pulled out a small vial containing a concoction that I concocted when I was with Maya just now: Void's Bane.
A translucent, viscous liquid swirled within, faint wisps of mana coiling up and dispersing in the dense air.
