Once the moment passed, the three of us roamed the castle, looting anything that looked useful.
After some searching, I found the perfect weapon for Ghost.
He was completely captivated by the twin black daggers, each releasing a violet aura that rose like dark steam into the air.
He twirled the daggers in his hands, testing their weight and balance.
"They feel light… but they're actually really heavy," he noted.
"They're probably made from the same metal as my swords," I said with a smirk, sharing what little knowledge I had.
"They also align perfectly with dark and shadow attributes—making them ideal for someone like you."
Ghost nodded in appreciation, silently thankful. The whole exchange didn't feel like one between friends anymore…
More like one between someone who had crossed a threshold ... and others who hadn't.
Everything that had happened had left its mark on our relationships, changing them entirely.
