When the travelers in dragon form had end chaos through chaos. The red sky slowly takes its spring shape. The rumbling thunder and chaos would fade away just as the sky clears.

There the dragon last looks at the castle and with an intimidating stare, the residents of the castle quickly ready their stance. Even so, their feet were trembling, their eyes couldn't blink. Keeping vigilant the young hero tries to suppress his emotion, his companions however could see him in disarray.

Once giving them a good fright, the dragon looks up through the sky, and there it steadily dissolves down into a cloud of dark smoke.

Returning to their original form, Akatosh felt his body was heavy. He kneels to catch his breath only to be greeted by the thousands of souls facing him.

Facing a standoff, and with one final minute of gazing Akatosh. They nod at him and slowly part their way to the afterlife.

Sigh* "Guess I'll go for a drink after this." Akatosh said and for half an hour his guild's ring brightens. Sigh* "What is it this time."

"Over here." Hawk calls when Akatosh was teleported.

When arrived, the place was different. Displaced in a new territory, where the place is much cozier.

"I'm here." He says, while still kneeling.

Akatosh waited for Hawk to show himself, and to his eyes met an old man who's in his eighties. What's more, his torsos and other parts of his body were transparent to tell he was like a ghost.

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"What happened to you?"

Hawk smiled. "I've used up all of my life force on our battle with the prince. Let's just say I'm the fourth artifact that weaves time for a short period."

"I see... And the other three?"

"Gone, that last attack from me was from the fusion of the three artifacts, including me."

"Ah... so what will you do now?" Akatosh responds in a soft voice.

Hawk smiles again and spoke. "A drink would be welcome, but we're far from the tavern."

Akatosh smiles and silently scans his inventory. "The king of Thuram gave me this seventy-year-old dwarven wine. I believe it's good for both of us." He replies and crawls to pluck the leaves that are shaped in a bowl.

"A toast."

They share one bottle of dwarven wine and at the same time, Hawk asks Akatosh his real identity. Akatosh smiles but with sadness when he notices Hawk's body slowly dies. Without hesitation, he tells his story, his past, the creator, meeting with Amaragnum, his ransack on the sea queen. And through most of all, the affliction he gains from the war and his tragic travels.

"I see..." Hawk replies before dinking half of his share. "I'm really glad that I've met you, for without you... I am merely an empty soul walking in this land... But it seems I'll be sleeping for a while, forgive this old man for our short toast."

"Truth to be told, you're the one who drank most of our wine. And you haven't told me how to handle those women that I'm talking about."

Hawk chortle in a very old tone before saying a word. "May your travels deliver you to what you seek. And thank you my friends..." Hawk said before he takes his last breath while still holding his half-filled drink.

Body and soul, Hawk's body would gradually disintegrate like a firefly. And before Hawk's drinking bowl lost balance, Akatosh moved it on the ground as he watches his partner vanish. Silent once gone, he carefully places the dwarven ale right beside his partner's bowl.

Once he recovers a small portion of his injuries and paralyzed muscle. Akatosh left the place silent as the passing wind. Ending a second book...