The cold blade pressed against my neck sent a shiver down my spine, amplifying the exhaustion that weighed heavily on my body. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood frozen, the adrenaline from the fight with the dragon leaving me drained and vulnerable.
I could feel the aura of the person behind me, radiating a powerful and menacing energy that made my knees weak with fear.
I had to think fast. My mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to escape this dire situation. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but the blade at my throat reminded me that any sudden movements could be fatal.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, trying to buy some time.
The voice behind me was cold and mocking. "Your stone. Hand it over, and I might let you live."
