Chapter 75: White Oni (3)
It was a new day.
Blake logged in and greeted his companions.
"Blake! Eat!" Sol demanded.
Blake had forged a short dagger for his little one the day before. He placed it on the table, letting Sol devour this unusual breakfast like a small glutton. Meanwhile, Beatrix peeked out from his shadow, watching as he donned the gatekeepers' gear.
In the blink of an eye, he looked just like one of her former allies. He had considered crafting fresh equipment for this trek to the mountain's spire—his old gear was broken—but making new armor would be both time-consuming and resource-intensive. Instead, he opted for the gear taken from defeated foes, sufficient to protect him from the cold. If it got too frigid, he could always rely on Sol's warmth.
Sheathing his katana, Blake addressed his teammates. "Let's go. Beatrix, lead the way."