Champions Dagger Deepwoken -

Kaelen took the dagger. This time, it felt heavier.

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

“Do you know why a Champion’s Dagger is short?” Theron asked. Kaelen took the dagger

And for the first time, he did not turn his back. Kaelen turned the dagger over in his hands

“Let’s go,” he said.

That night, Kaelen did not sleep. He sat in his rented room above the Drowned Spoils tavern, the dagger laid across his knees. He thought of the Depths—the endless dark, the whispers that peeled sanity like bark from a tree. He had gone down twice before. Both times, he had run.