Passion

After fiddling with the knife some more, he strapped it on his belt, unable to decipher any other mystery about it other than the fact that it could cut through anything, besides flesh.

For now atleast. No matter present in the room atleast, was spared by it.

He couldn't kill with it, at least not directly, but it was sure to be of some sort of help.

Looking at the smooth slab of rock at the floor, Noctis kneeled before it to inspect it carefully.

The cut made by the knife was smoother than any surface of mirror he could find in this world so far. As Noctis extended his hands to touch it, he had to jerk his hands back as he realised just touching the surface had cut his fingers.

'My true goodness. This is quite interesting indeed.'

The surprises however refused to stop as he noticed the stone suddenly glowing after touching his blood.