Loki's breath was a shallow whisper in the silence of the hidden chamber. As the wooden lid creaked open, a sliver of golden light spilled from the chest, illuminating his dirt-streaked face. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the flicker of hope that he might find something valuable within this mysterious dungeon.
Inside the chest lay an assortment of items: a small, intricately carved dagger, a vial filled with a shimmering red liquid, and a rolled-up piece of parchment sealed with a wax insignia. Loki's fingers trembled as he reached for the dagger, feeling the weight of the weapon as he lifted it. It was finely balanced, the hilt adorned with runes he couldn't decipher.
[Black Dagger.
