Chapter 89
AUTHOR’s POV
Talon found a blood-stained dagger in his war room. He tried picking it up but his hands slipped. He gently bent below the dagger, picking it up. He stared at it carefully and watchfully. It didn't look familiar or anything, that was his first time seeing the dagger.
“This doesn't look familiar, who could have dropped this here, of all places? My war room?” He asked himself, scanning outside the room, hoping he'd see an unknown figure or something, but he wasn't able to see anyone. Everywhere was quiet.
He walked to his small table, where he sorted some official problems and many more. He dropped the dagger on the small table and went to get some water before returning. He picked the dagger from the table and watched it more closely this time but it was still
