Chapter 45: Openg Of The Dungeon (part 1)

Her eyes narrow. That chest wasn't there before.

Sorin approaches cautiously, her steps silent, her body poised to react. When she gets close, she stops, staring down at the ornate engravings on its surface.

She exhales through her nose.

"…This better not be a trap."

Sorin crouches beside the chest, running a hand over the cool metal. No visible locks. No obvious traps. But that doesn't mean it's safe.

She presses her lips into a thin line, then—swiftly—lifts the lid.

A soft glow illuminates her face.

Inside, nestled on a black velvet cloth, are two daggers.

They are unlike any she has seen before. Midnight black with silver etchings that pulse faintly, as if alive. The air around them hums with power.

Sorin hesitates only a moment before reaching in. The moment her fingers wrap around the hilts—

A rush of information slams into her mind.