Nodding his acknowledgment, Dionicus continued tinkering with the Mecha Flayer. Finishing, he held it up in the light.
“Here—” he tossed it to Ripa. “I want you to use this to bring honor to this kingdom.”
Ripa’s eyes lit up. The small ring at the blade’s hilt allowed him to spin it around in his hand. The blade vibrated as he moved it, sung as it spun.
“You are not meant to die here, satyr and Niko…”
Confused that Dionicus knew his name, Niko raised a finger, attempting to interject.
“Niko, you will stay with those in this room. They will need you in the battles to come—” His voice softened as he petted the underside of KeeWok’s chin, “—and you will need them to become who your father knew you would become.”
Circling the table, he ushered everyone towards the door, handing Niko his
