Theron laughed—a dry, hollow sound. “They say. And you believed them?”
The lanterns of Castle Light flickered, casting long, wavering shadows across the sparring yard. Kaelen turned the dagger over in his hands. It was unremarkable at first glance—a simple, single-edged blade, its leather grip worn smooth by countless palms. But the metal held a faint, internal glow, like starlight caught in oil. champions dagger deepwoken
Theron pushed off his sword and walked closer. He held out a gnarled hand. “Let me feel its weight.” Theron laughed—a dry, hollow sound
“Let’s go,” he said.