When you stagger back into the smithy, weary but unbroken, Bryn rises slowly from his bench. For the first time, the old Dragonslayer does not meet you with skepticism or guarded praise—he stands in awe. His weathered face softens, and his voice comes low, reverent.
“The Dracolith…” he murmurs. “I faced it once, long ago. Even in my youth, I barely escaped its cavern alive. And yet you return—whole, triumphant. What you have done…” His eyes glisten faintly in the forge light. “It is a feat beyond anything I achieved, even at my best.”
He clasps your arm in a warrior’s grip, strength and pride surging through his hand. “Perhaps… perhaps you can do what I never believed possible. Perhaps you can kill the Drake Omega.”
That night, the forge blazes hotter than ever before. Sparks shower as Bryn works through the dark, his hammer singing a hymn of battle. From the bones of the Dracolith he shapes weapons of staggering power—Dragonbone Weapons, each strike resonant with the fury of your trials. By dawn, they lie before you, gleaming with a light as old as the world.
Bryn’s voice is steady when he speaks, though the weight in it is clear:
“It is time. The Drake Omega waits, and the land burns for his coming. You must track him north, over the mountain range, until you reach the third peak—the highest point in the world. There, above all others, you will find him. And there you will either slay… or be slain.”
The forge goes quiet. The world feels still, as though it too waits for what comes next.
[Travel North until you encounter the 3rd mountain to begin the fight, slay the Drake Omega to continue...]