It didn't take long for news to spread—a Sword Graveyard had finally appeared, and it was close to their kingdom.
The group immediately began preparations.
Bob stretched. "Alright, time to see what all the hype is about."
Jim crossed his arms. "I still don't get why we're going. We're not swordsmen."
Marcus nodded. "Yeah, this is Derek's thing."
Bam shrugged. "We came for Derek."
Derek, finishing his gear check, simply nodded. "I appreciate it."
Anna, watching them pack, grinned. "Well. You guys have fun."
Bob blinked. "Wait. You're not coming?"
Anna smirked. "Nope. This is the perfect excuse for me to finally get some peace and quiet."
Jim rolled his eyes. "You really don't wanna come?"
Anna scoffed. "Why would I? Standing in a crowd of sweaty swordsmen, watching people struggle to lift rusty weapons? Pass."
Bob pouted. "But we'll miss you."
Anna grinned. "No, you won't."
And with that, the Mercenaries of Mayhem left for the Sword Graveyard—without Anna, but fully expecting chaos.
When they arrived at the portal's location, they immediately understood why the world was buzzing about it.
The Sword Graveyard's entrance—a swirling blue and silver portal—was surrounded by a massive gathering of warriors from all over the world.
Swordsmen of all kinds lined up, staring at the portal with determined eyes.
Some meditated, preparing their minds before entering.
Others boasted loudly about what sword they were going to claim.
There were knights, mercenaries, wandering samurai, and even some royals with elite guards.
But that wasn't all.
The sheer number of people had turned the area into a full-blown marketplace.
Merchants had set up shops selling supplies, weapons, and enchanted items.
Food stalls lined the roads, serving travelers from all over.
Taverns had popped up overnight, filled with warriors drinking and telling stories.
There were even betting booths where people gambled on who would return with a legendary sword.
Jim whistled. "Well. This is a lot."
Bob's eyes sparkled. "A temporary city, built around a once-in-a-lifetime event…" He grinned. "There's so much money to be made here."
Marcus nodded. "Yeah. But none of it by you."
Bob frowned. "You don't know that."
Derek, however, was focused entirely on the portal. He adjusted his sword, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
Jim patted his back. "Go get your dream sword, buddy."
Bob grinned. "And bring back two so I can sell one."
Derek sighed. "Not how it works."
Without another word, he entered the portal.
The group watched him vanish inside.
Jim stretched. "Welp. Now we wait."
Bob rubbed his hands together. "Or… we explore this place."
Marcus nodded. "Might as well. There's plenty to see."
Bam glanced at the nearest tavern. "Drinking while waiting doesn't seem bad."
And just like that, while Derek entered the realm of swords, the Mercenaries of Mayhem decided to stroll the new city.