The pewter-black dirk clattered to the ground, bouncing a few times before coming to rest.
Lumian heaved a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, Without the protection of the half-activated black thorn symbol, this thing's a ticking time bomb…
Luckily, he already knew how to avoid the sinister dirk's adverse effects.
Lumian approached the grayish-white remains and picked up the black robe left behind by the monstrous 'blacksmith.'
He tore off several strips of cloth and wrapped them tightly around his right hand, as if applying a thorough bandage.
Then, Lumian grasped the Fate Appropriator Dirk.
The pewter-black dirk remained unresponsive the entire time.
Prepared to discard the item in his hand at any moment, Lumian relaxed and whispered, "I need to find a scabbard to carry it around safely.
