Still, Silas couldn't bring herself to feel at ease knowing Addison was out in her dangerous territory with so little to protect her. So instead, she downplayed it, brushing the weapon off with a laugh and a joke.
What Silas never expected was that Addison would mistake it for a paladin's sword. Because of that, Addison had never once drawn it until now.
If she hadn't been forced into a corner, she likely never would have. But in this moment, with only a dagger left in her magic bag and against enemies whose skin was far too tough for ordinary steel, she had no choice but to gamble.
And gamble she did. With one desperate swing, Addison discovered what Silas had never told her: the blade didn't just cut, it cleaved. The ogre's neck gave way as if it were nothing more than butter under a hot knife.
Splatter...
Splatter...
