The sound of the train engine echoed through the air.
Amon and Selena walked side by side toward the railway station.
In his hand, Amon was inspecting a newly bought hatchet. The blade gleamed silver, curved in an arc, and the hilt carried the same color. Tossing it into the air, he let it spin before catching it again.
"Not bad. This will be more useful than a dagger. I can also throw it—my aim is pretty good, after all."
Earlier, after buying a large number of basic and advanced healing potions from the Alchemy Shop, Amon had gone to the weapon store he had visited before.
The old man running it was clearly displeased to see him again but said nothing.
Ignoring the man's expression, Amon stocked up on grenades and smoke bombs. That was when his eyes fell on a hatchet displayed on the wall.
Something about it felt reliable—perfect for throwing, light enough to swing quickly. Without hesitation, he bought it along with plenty of bullets.
