Champions Dagger Deepwoken [upd] -

Kaelen stood. He strapped the Champion’s Dagger to his belt—not on his back like a coward, but at his hip, where his hand would find it in a heartbeat.

Theron laughed—a dry, hollow sound. “They say. And you believed them?” champions dagger deepwoken

“No.” Theron reversed the blade and offered it back, hilt-first. “It is short so you cannot keep your distance. So you must step into your enemy’s reach. Into the certainty of being hurt. A champion is not one who never bleeds. A champion is one who bleeds and still moves forward.” Kaelen stood

That night, Kaelen did not sleep. He sat in his rented room above the Drowned Spoils tavern, the dagger laid across his knees. He thought of the Depths—the endless dark, the whispers that peeled sanity like bark from a tree. He had gone down twice before. Both times, he had run. “They say

And for the first time, he did not turn his back.