Chapter 20

The hall stretched out before Kyle, a mirror of the previous chamber but for one stark difference. In the center of the first landing stood a pedestal of jagged stone, and upon it rested a dagger carved from bone. The blade was curved, resembling a predatory fang, and its surface was etched with fine, swirling grooves. Kyle reached out and gripped the hilt. The bone felt cold, almost unnaturally smooth against his palm. As he lifted the weapon, a new notification flickered into his vision,...