Ethan's POV
I had a grim thought but focused back on the present.
"Velcy," I said, my voice calm but firm, "can you remember anything else about the dagger? Like Its length? The size of the blade? Were there any words or unusual decorations on the hilt?"
She was silent for a moment and her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to summon the details from the recesses of her memory. Eventually, she spoke though her tone was uncertain.
"I… I don't remember much about the hilt," she admitted hesitantly. "But the blade… it had an unusual color. It was a dark purple and it wasn't very big and it was like a mini knife."
Her words deepened my intrigue. A short blade with a dark purple hue? That description, paired with its malicious and dangerous unknown energy painted a very troubling picture.
I fell into deep thought and mulled over the possibilities as I gently pulled her into another embrace.
