Draven's forehead creased in thought as he regarded Adela, weighing her words carefully. Adela's offer held promise, a glimmer of hope in the face of impending danger.
Taking a deep breath, Adela spoke with conviction, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that lingered between them.
"I don't know what the Immortal Stone can do, but, my king, I can surely add some power to the dagger and give it to you when the right time comes. Just trust me."
Draven's gaze shifted, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Could he trust Adela with such a crucial task? The stakes were high, and the kingdom's fate hung in the balance.
As Adela's words echoed in his mind, Draven grappled with his doubts.
'She is right, but can I trust her?' he pondered, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty.
