“It’s gone,” she whispers and looks at me with round eyes. “Sunny, it’s gone.” “What’s gone?” I croak. “And . . . what the fuck, Minju?” “This blade is a relic of the Endless War.” She raises the dagger for me to take a closer look, but I instinctively draw back. Who says she won’t stab me again? “It had been contaminated by the Amheuk. I, and every historian who came before me, have been working on purifying the dagger with hopes of understanding how to defeat the ancient darkness. Many of us became obsessed with finding the answer, but none of us have succeeded. Until now.”
