Chapter 112

Gavin was already unzipping his bag, pulling out a pair of daggers. The blades were slender and curved, forged from a shimmering alloy that seemed to ripple like liquid under the dim dormitory light. The hilts were wrapped in black leather, studded with small, glowing runes that pulsed faintly with every movement. He twirled one dagger effortlessly between his fingers, the blade cutting through the air with a barely audible "whissssh". 

"Behold," Gavin said, his voice dripping with theatrical flair. "The finest daggers in the armory. Lightweight, deadly, and "fast"—perfect for someone with my "skills"." 

William raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. "Not bad," he admitted. "But how does it pair with your speed?"