Roxy's POV
It was only a few days to reach the coast of Cuba. Last where I found him when he wrote that note. Explaining his disappearance.
Draekonium, the same rod they'd used in testing a damn Scout's strength to join the regime as a rich, bratty and strong soldier for humanity. It felt like a joke now.
Cyrus extracted that from somewhere. I couldn't tell from where exactly. It didn't have any fickle properties I could detect by myself, but I knew it wasn't from the elements humans have discovered since too long.
It was out of the periodic table. Just explains how rare it is, like other metals humans have kept as secret from the rest of the world.
I looked at the makeshift table he'd used to crave his sword. He was amazing at that. Precise, controlled, artistic.
Now the table had grown all kinds of forest weed. One of them, in a distinct vine with blue-red gradation berries caught my eye.
