Dominion was waking up from sleeping outside. The air seemed to be rather stale, as if there was no such thing as a breeze. Dominion was up against a building, with his axe still in his inventory. He, after thinking about it for a while, decided that he did not want to wield a weapon such as that, with double blades able to slice and kill with no intent. He wanted something that would be useful, could be used to defend, but not have a purpose of death. Suddenly he was reminded of the other world