Champions Dagger Deepwoken Access

Kaelen passed the dagger over reluctantly. Theron held it up, letting the false starlight run along the edge. For a moment, something passed over the old man’s face—not respect. Grief.

The lanterns of Castle Light flickered, casting long, wavering shadows across the sparring yard. Kaelen turned the dagger over in his hands. It was unremarkable at first glance—a simple, single-edged blade, its leather grip worn smooth by countless palms. But the metal held a faint, internal glow, like starlight caught in oil. champions dagger deepwoken

“Let’s go,” he said.

Theron laughed—a dry, hollow sound. “They say. And you believed them?” Kaelen passed the dagger over reluctantly

Kaelen tightened his grip. “They say a Champion of the Fivefold carved the Oath of Service into its steel. That every Dagger user who carried it into the Depths came back alive.” It was unremarkable at first glance—a simple, single-edged

And for the first time, he did not turn his back.

“I saw it parry a Mantra of Unmaking,” Kaelen shot back. “The Dagger didn’t break. The attunement did.”