Chapter 592: Hatred Overflowing to the Heavens

Camden Ford soon realized that the carvings on the dagger's hilt shifted to match the shape of its owner's palm, moving until it felt just right in his grip. "This must have been forged by a master craftsman," Camden marveled. Once the engravings settled, just holding the hilt, Camden felt an incredible sense of comfort. Holding the dagger, Camden was struck by how mysterious it felt-almost as if his very soul was drawn to it, and he could sense an intense danger. "The auctioneer mentioned that...