With a quick flourish, I reveal my trump card.
Its sleek build seems to be made of bone, and its twisted form grants it an ominous appearance despite its pristine form. The inscriptions on its surface only have a dull glow, and all manner of Trace Elements flutter in the air around me.
Indeed…
This is the gift Brad gave me upon his demise, the Armament, which I inherited alongside his will.
Even after I returned it to his village, the Chief said it was mine.
I considered giving it to Ciel—no, to the Vey'lithars—as a token of goodwill, but changed my mind after thinking it through.
Although its true name is in the Vey'lithar tongue, the villagers had something else they called it.
—The Flute of Salvation!
Brad died after using this flute for barely ten minutes, but it managed to save all of our lives. I was taught its use by the Chief, and I was also informed of its limitations.
Most importantly, I learned of its price.
