The storm continued to rage outside, but the air inside the bunker was warm, though thick with unspoken grief. Ashiro and Shikaku stepped through the entrance, their boots clinking softly against the metallic floor. The weight of the recent events still hung heavily over Ashiro, but a small flicker of determination had taken root within him.
As soon as they entered, Lady Naga approached with her usual commanding presence, holding something wrapped in black cloth. She stopped in front of Ashiro and carefully unwrapped the bundle to reveal twin blades—sleek, black-metal swords with crimson veins pulsing faintly along their lengths. The Konran. Ashiro felt an almost magnetic pull toward the weapons, his hands trembling slightly as Lady Naga handed them to him.
