Kaelen passed the dagger over reluctantly. Theron held it up, letting the false starlight run along the edge. For a moment, something passed over the old man’s face—not respect. Grief.
And for the first time, he did not turn his back. champions dagger deepwoken
Kaelen nodded. He felt no fear. He felt the weight of the dagger, and the weight of the words carved into it. Kaelen passed the dagger over reluctantly
“No.” Theron reversed the blade and offered it back, hilt-first. “It is short so you cannot keep your distance. So you must step into your enemy’s reach. Into the certainty of being hurt. A champion is not one who never bleeds. A champion is one who bleeds and still moves forward.” champions dagger deepwoken