"Redeem yourself? With treasures you have gathered yourself?" Mureya quizzically glanced at the Red Dragon, Otlis.
"Yes!" A hint of trepidation entered the Red Dragon Otlis's eyes under Mureya's gaze, but he continued to reply despite the fear.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Mureya raised an eyebrow at the Red Dragon, who had collapsed on the ground, weakened and devoid of his power. "When you were captured by me, your treasures ceased to be yours."
"..." The Red Dragon lifted his head abruptly, glaring angrily at Mureya. To any dragon, their treasures are their lifeline.
"All the treasures you've gathered are now mine. You have nothing to do with a single copper of it." Mureya stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion. The Sword of Demon Purge, embedded into the Red Dragon, vibrated and soared into the sky, falling towards his hand.
In this process, the three-decade-long weapon shrank to match the human-sized Heavy Sword of Mureya.
