Champions Dagger: Deepwoken

Theron pushed off his sword and walked closer. He held out a gnarled hand. “Let me feel its weight.”

He opened the door. His crewmate, Mira, stood there, her face pale. “They found a fresh Deepgate. Right beneath the docks. A Dread Serpent’s been seen circling the entrance.” champions dagger deepwoken

“You didn’t buy a weapon,” Theron continued, turning back toward the shadows. “You bought a promise to yourself. A lie, maybe. But a useful one.” Theron pushed off his sword and walked closer

“I saw it parry a Mantra of Unmaking,” Kaelen shot back. “The Dagger didn’t break. The attunement did.” His crewmate, Mira, stood there, her face pale

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.

Theron laughed—a dry, hollow sound. “They say. And you believed them?”