The dragon claws are ready, and I’ve applied the protective coating so the weapon will never rust or break.

If you think about it, a lot of people worked together to make this weapon.

I have another favour to ask you.
If I go up to him... I’m sure he’ll just run away again. Would you give him the present?

You’ve got a talent there. People open up to you. You could say you’re a trustworthy person.

And on top of that, you managed to befriend the icy little Lopter. Here you go; take it.
Thank you.

You’re the only one who can save that boy.

Please.
Hello.

Do you want something from me?
Everyone worked so hard...


(He’s silent for a while.)


To be honest, I was starting to realise that the old weapon wasn’t for me.

I’ve made a decision. I’m going to train hard and become the best brawler there ever was. I’ll make sure that no one else has to go through the same thing I have. I will protect Atreia and take my revenge for everything I’ve been through!

My father will always be at my side. I’ll show him what peace looks like.

Give it to me.
(The boy picks up the Dragon Claws and looks at them.)


(His hands start to glow with blue light that gets brighter and brighter.)


(The boy swings the Dragon Claws through the air.)


(After swinging the Dragon Claws around in a clumsy and inexperienced way, the boy takes a moment to catch his breath. At that moment, a pair of wings grows out of his back.)


(As you saw this happen, you spoke to the boy.)

Congratulations, you’re a Daeva now too.