"If victory never comes,
then take up our mission and carry our hopes onward."
"Perhaps. That day will come eventually."
Karoko silently looked toward the Dragon God, Naberdotes.
"You think so? Then keep your word!"
He spread his wings and flew toward the place his heart longed for.
It was a place filled with dawn, just as Karoko had imagined.
Only Karoko knew, even if it was just a story.
Though Yesha had witnessed it all, too.
Perhaps no one would be willing to believe any of this, but hope remained.
Setting out once more, until the destination is reached.
