“She didn’t know for sure how to activate the knife’s powers and could only make a best guess at it, based on the happenstance way things had transpired before. After one last, anxious look at Justin’s sleeping form, she gripped the knife’s hilt in both hands and made a silent plea.
Whoever is master of this, please complete the vision you showed me before and help me to find my niece.
She had no idea if that was the right way to address a god. Justin had taught her a great deal about the academic aspects of religious studies but had little to say about practical worship. For all she knew, maybe the dagger’s deity couldn’t even hear her in Arcadia, where Nehitimar reigned supreme. Nothing happened, and she started to despair until a burst of inspiration hit. Opening her eyes, she drew the blade across the palm of her hand, watching as a line of red appeared . . .
. . . and the world dissolved around her.
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