Sword of Daybreaker

“I’m fine.” Gawain whispered, with a trace of exhaustion in his tone.

“You saw it.” The voice of the dragon god Enya sounded. He looked at Gawain, his tone was still gentle, but his eyes were terrifying. The pale-gold eyes seemed to contain thousands of truths, but Gawain was careful. When I looked at it, I only saw nothing.

He was nodded and said calmly, “I saw it.”

“It’s me—obvious, isn’t it?” Enya, the dragon god, smiled suddenly, and the slightly depressed atmosphere in the whole hall was immediately disappeared. Then he turned sideways, raised his arms and waved gently.

A silver white round table with countless hollow decorations, a few gorgeous gem-set chairs appear out of thin air, and exquisite refreshments are placed on the table.

“Now we can sit down and talk, everyone relaxes,” the “God” invited, “Today, it’s just a chat.”