Theron frowned. It felt like something was passing through his heart just now, but he couldn't sense exactly what it was. It was like it wasn't real at all.
But somehow, it felt very real.
Theron's eyes narrowed, but it didn't stop him from placing the black dagger in its sheath and hanging it from his waist. He threw Ironvale's broken sword to the side without a care. It was useless to him now, so there was no need to keep it.
He felt his feet sink a bit, but with a few hops and adjustments, he was used to it. As heavy as the dagger was, it was still lighter than the broken inner armor had been. So while it would take some adjustment, Theron didn't believe it would take much.
What he was sure of was that this dagger was at least on the same level as his father's short sword now.
After his evolution to Arcane Resonance, his father's short sword had evolved along with him. This blade should also be an Arcane Resonance Blade.
