The day had finally arrived.
Ren rose before dawn, his mushrooms pulsing with anticipation while he packed the last supplies in his specially compartmentalized bag. The morning air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of dew-dampened soil through the open window.
The final gathering exam with Zhao wasn't just an academic test for him; it represented a unique opportunity to obtain more materials for his projects.
With luck, this time he could acquire many more tentacles.
Isaac had kept his word. The weapons were ready on time, each piece crafted with a precision that exceeded even Ren's expectations.
The spear was a masterpiece of artisanal engineering. Its tip, formed from the treated material, gleamed with a tone between amber and steel. The white bow, crafted from cartilaginous marine beast bone, tensed perfectly with the black Sarracenia string, the entire weapon balanced and responsive in his hands.
