I look back at him.

"Are you crying?" I ask.

"Whaaa? No, no, no. Just have dust in my eye." He sniffs.

"You're obviously crying." I say.

"So, what if I am?!" He yelps.

I look at his face. It was drowning in tears. I wince as I sit up. He wipes his face.

"This is crazy! That thing was-" He starts.

"Powerful?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes! Powerfully crazy! You're bleeding and here I am-" I put my hand over his mouth.

He jumps.

"Kid, quit being throwing a tantrum. You're fine. I'm... getting better." I say.

"But... but..." He starts.

I put my hand over his shoulder.

"Stop crying like a baby." I say.

He nods.

"Come on and say it." I say.

"Okay, okay." I wipe the tears off his face. 

I wince as I stand fully up.

"What- what are you doing?" He asks.

"Looking for something." I find the case. 

It was perfect as how I remember. An ancient weapon of the forest. A case made of wood older than the dinosaurs with a language only spoken by the trees of this world. I try to heave the rooftop of the case. I wince as my hand slips. I brush it off. Varian comes and helps push.

"Here it is." I pull out a sword.

It started glowing instantly. The handle flowers bloom. I see the golden sparks twinkle.

"Wow, that is fascinating." Varian smiles.

"Let's hope this thing will be enough to kill it." I say.

I turn and hear the doors banging.

"Get behind me, now." I say.

He nods and runs behind me.

"What... what is that?" He asks.

The doors burst open with magic. I look and see Althael staggering in. My eyes widen.

"You're... you're bleeding." I say.