Daggers Are Everywhere

To drink a single drop of immortal's blood...

is to die a thousand times over.

Such are the promises of the elusive daggers, artifacts of strange power that grant incredible abilities without apparent side effects. These daggers absorb energy from their surroundings and enemies, transforming it into dagger projectiles or laser attacks. But these daggers are not taken—they are earned.

To claim a dagger, one must traverse the world and pass its trial. Each trial is unique and notoriously difficult; simple daggers take days, while the most powerful require centuries. The origins of these daggers are shrouded in mystery, hinted at only by the most powerful among them. They are believed to be remnants of gods.

Passing a trial grants one the power of infinite dagger creation, where daggers can be summoned in a flow or burst, disappearing upon impact or after a brief existence. Additional abilities vary: some daggers transform crystals into energy attacks, heal, create shields, enable jumps, deflect attacks, or even grasp objects from a distance.

The most powerful daggers lie in hellish realms—voids and ethereal landscapes. Those who claim these daggers are transformed into Demons, becoming like the enemies they faced and the daggers they absorbed.

To whom am I narrating this? I don't know. But here I am, navigating this stupid, incomprehensible landscape. The ground feels solid and liquid at the same time, with waves rippling beneath my feet. It's super dark all over, and touching it leads to death. I can't decide if this place smells like metal or burnt wood, and the still air unnerves me. My vision gets stranger every day; when I focus on my peripheral vision, everything is crazy and impossible to understand. But! The insanity is worth it. Before me lies one of the legendary daggers foretold in legends, equal to the devil dagger of the Devil Demon, the most powerful demon of them all.

The Hyper Dagger.