2 figures walked through a cloudy realm, one was shorter than the other.
The shorter one held the remains of his destroyed lance and a flawless cutlass.
The taller one looked at the broken lance, carefully observing the ornate carvings and its outer shell.
"Where'd you get this?" Vermilion asked as he snatched it from Isle, Isle didn't stop him at all.
"Why's it matter? Do you recognize the build or something?"
He picked up a rose from the ground, observing it for a moment before putting it in his pocket.
"This is the same as Carmilla. How would you even know about this beauty…" He held the handle of the lance in the air.
"Although, it's just a cheap copy. This could never beat the real one. I'll make you something better."
Vermilion glanced at Isle who was flexing his empty hand, he looked at the dragon and nodded.
Vermilion cut open his palm and ran his bloody hand across the handle then off the remains of its shaft.
He crushed the remains of the lance between both his hands, shaping it into a new form.
Isle watched curiously.
He opened his hands and a crimson slab of metal rested in his hand.
He brought the slab to his mouth and blew fire onto it, briefly obscuring his hands and the ingot.
When he was done he ripped off a few of his scales before crushing them and putting the dust in the now molten metal.
He mixed it together with the alloy in his hands.
Vermilion's hands didn't show any signs of burns even under the molten metal.
Isle guessed it was just a perk of being a dragon.
He'd heard many rumors regarding dragons, but he didn't know anyone that could confirm or deny them. Atleast there weren't any before he met Vermilion.
Neiva's a dragon but she'd told him plenty of times that she didn't know a whole lot, as she was still fairly a young dragon. She could answer surface level questions but that was as far as her knowledge went.
Vermilion molded the now black slab while it was still hot.
He pulled and cut the slab with his sharp claws until it fit the shape he envisioned.
After a few final touches, it was finished.
The handle stayed mostly the same, while the hand guard changed to be a sharp shell around the edge of the lances shaft, roses decorated the guard.
Its shaft itself was much sharper at its tip, the air whistled at even the lightest swing of the lance.
Markings laid along the shaft.
Isle had no clue what language they were in so he didn't bother to keep thinking about the language, he guessed they were runes imbuing the lance with some sort of spell.
Vermilion shot his mana into the runes, the mana stayed there and the runes faintly glowed cerulean.
The graceful design of the lance, along with its glow, made it look more like something that Caeruleus would make rather than Vermilion.
"Looks more li-"
Vermilion roughly knocked Isle's head with the lance.
He held his head and frowned.
"What the hell was that for…?" Isle frowned slightly as he gently rubbed the spot.
"Just testing the blunt of the lance."
He blatantly lied.
He was really just shutting up Isle before he said his lance was more like something his little brother Caeruleus would make.
"You know. There're 3 types of damage for whatever scenario, there's blunt, slash, and pierce, but I'm sure you already knew that. After all it was the first thing I taught you." Vermilion explained.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything right now? Fucking dumbass… Let's just focus on killing the crow…"
Isle scorned the dragon.
Vermilion knocked Isle's head once again with the lance then lobbed it at him, Isle caught it with one hand.
He was about to curse up a storm before Vermilion said something.
"Rene."
"Huh?"
Isle asked.
"The lance's name, it's Rene."
Vermilion informed him with no particular expression.
"Short and sweet huh?"
He inspected the lance closely now that it was finally in his hands.
"It's full name is Rene Ver Mo. Just thought it'd be better to shorten it, cuz you're… you know... stupid."
His usual joy returned as he teased.
"Let's just get going… you said we just need to break through right, have we walked far enough?"
"Theoretically we should've by now, but if not you'll probably be torn apart by a deities mana so I'd hope we have."
He shrugged.
Isle frowned slightly as he glanced at the dragon's nonchalance regarding something so important. He looked down at the floor.
A sigh escaped his lips
"Well go ahead, it's not like much more walking is gonna help."
"With pleasure."
Vermilion raised his leg up in the air, coating it with his mana and some unidentifiable aura before slamming it into the ground.
The ground ruptured and crumbled underneath his feet. The ground eventually stopped collapsing and a large hole remained.
Vermilion jumped back as to not fall inside.
"This is it. I've taught you all that I can to prepare you, but you seemed to grow stronger even without my help so… I guess I'm trying to say I'm proud of you."
Vermilion exclaimed, he smiled the same as he had when Isle had first met Caeruleus.
"Thanks for everything, you've beat me up more times than you've said my name but I suppose it was my fault a few times. If I die… just leave my body, a loser doesn't deserve a grave."
He smiled happily for the first time in quite awhile, he'd spent roughly 2 month's being taught by the aggressive dragon and now it was time for him to go back home.
"Until next time."
Isle's large confident smile reflected Vermilion's. He held Rene Ver Mo in his hand tightly.
"There is no next time, dweeb."
Vermilion replied with a chuckle.
Isle glanced at the dragon one more time.
He took a step forward and jumped into the hole, He swiftly observed the black section of the prison as he fell through the ink black sky.