Dean entered the hall and it suddenly became different and silence followed his every step.
And with Ash on his shoulder and Yuki by his side. He didn't see anybody else.
Just the altar at the end of the room.
He walked forward, passing through the torches lined on both sides of the altar as he stared at the Gray family banner that stood with pride.
He met Ying who stood at the center of the altar.
The man held out the sword which was now in a scabbard designed with the Gray family crest.
Ying unsheathed the sword that whistled in the air even as it left the scabbard. The single-edged blade pulsed with the torch light.
"This blade–" Ying began as he looked at the people that gathered, his voice echoing through the hall as if enhanced. "--was forged over the course of eighteen years. It represents our family. Our history–"
He paused for a second, the violet glint in his eyes glowed. "--Our Future."
