The Black Wolf
I didn’t hesitate.
My fingers reached instinctively for the weapon strapped to my thigh. I pulled free the Soulspike dagger, its gold blade humming faintly.
Nyra froze. Her eyes widened in horror. I saw it, the instant she recognized the weapon, the way fear bled into her face. Her breath hitched, her fury faltering.
I slowly rose from the floor, blood trickling from my shoulder, but my grip on the dagger didn’t waver.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” I said, my voice trembling with exhaustion and power. “The Soulspike dagger. One strike, and it sends a demon like you straight into the bottomless abyss.”
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