Zich stretched his arms above his head, yawning. "Is that everyone?"
A timid voice spoke from the very back.
"U um..."
Zich looked up.
Floating at the far end of the void, barely glowing, was a small weapon. It looked like a short dagger. No, a knife. A simple, unremarkable knife with a faint teal glow that flickered like it might go out at any moment.
"I... I'm not very strong," the voice said. "I'm not a legendary weapon. I don't have titles or achievements. I've never had a master. I just... I thought maybe... if no one else was left..."
Zich tilted his head.
The knife's glow dimmed even further. "S sorry. I shouldn't have..."
"What's your name?" Zich asked.
The knife froze. "...Huh?"
"Your name. I asked everyone else. What's yours?"
"I... I'm Sliver."
"Sliver," Zich repeated. He looked at the tiny knife for a long moment.
Then he looked at Frostgrave's pale blue light, still hovering faithfully beside him.
Then back at Sliver.
"What can you do?"
