7 Blue Flame, Pure Goal

The fire is blue and bright, illuminating the Enchanted Swamp.

Iron stayed awake. Koraku and Masakumo are recovering.

Sitting on a tree log, he stared at his sword, waving it in clear view.

"That sword....." said Koraku.

"You made it," said Iron.

'I don't recall, but that sword is enchanted, made from seemly common metal.'

"Is that so."

'I'm a mith, forger of potions and gear, I know what it is just by looking at it.'

Iron then handed his sword to Koraku.

"This...sword is a mystery, do you know this?"

Koraku saw the sword with an interesting expression.

The katana seems to be black, with sharp edges. He uttered the words, reciting the invisible text out loud,

[Iron...dust?]

"What does it mean?" Iron said.

"Enchants are where a godus reside inside an item, or when a godus blessed an item. It means, according to my appraisal, your sword has a godus," answered Koraku, gazing upon Iron's sword.

"They do not exist."

'You may not believe so, but they are real. I have seen one, but not completed...'

Iron wanted to change the conversation, but how?

"Okay, where are we heading next?" Iron asked.

'Indoigu.'

Koraku, remembering years later that he heard something familiar.

"May I ask, what is your goal, your dream," questioned Koraku, with a depressed expression on his face.

After ten seconds of silence; Iron finally spoke.

"Everyone is dead, everyone and everything is gone. But, I am sure that someone, even if it's the last of them I care about, is still alive. I can feel it, I'm sure of it. I...want to save that someone, from the darkness," said Iron.