"Since... you agreed this is a date," Primordia said with a cheeky smile. "Then why not let me choose our next stop?"
Ash tilted his head as they soared higher through the vibrant red sky.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, curiosity threading through his voice.
Primordia's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"It's a surprise," she replied, wagging a finger at him. "And don't you dare spoil it by peeking into my mind!"
With that, she took the lead, guiding them across the expansive landscape of rolling plains and ancient forests.
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After a while, the wind began to carry the faint metallic tang of forge-smoke as they descended toward a sprawling domain nestled between two majestic, snow-capped mountains.
Though, what awaited wasn't a simple blacksmith's forge, but a vast, open-air weapon convention — a bustling gathering that stretched across an enormous valley filled with countless stalls, arenas for testing, and towering display platforms.
