"Do not touch the dagger!" Matthew immediately said when the Shaman was about to pull the dagger that impaled Ava's chest.
"What— "
"No matter what you do. Never touch the dagger." Matthew had a dark look on his face as she carried Ava toward his room. He laid Ava on the bed and stroked her forehead. His red pupils were enough to prevent the Shaman from asking any questions.
"I have never thought that this dagger would be in this realm." The dagger that Matthew was talking about was a rusty dagger that looked so dirty no one would think it was special. It was, about six inches in length, and its handle looked iron yet Matthew knew it wasn't. In fact, its handle isn't something that can be seen in this realm.
It belonged to a realm so sinister and different that not one human could live inside that place. He even doubts that any human would survive a day in that realm.
