Torres’ dagger was made of darksteel, which was virtually indestructible.
Stabbing someone with the dagger should have been like a knife cutting through butter.
Then, why had he not been able to harm Dustin?
Who exactly was he?
“Are you still going to put up a fight?” Dustin slowly turned around to face him, his gaze sharp.
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