CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX: ISCHYROS

Rhea’s POV

I stood up from the floor and stared at the dagger I was still clutching in my hand. I studied it to make sure that it had really changed its appearance and it was not just a fragment of my imagination. Nope, it wasn’t.  The hilt of the dagger was now a smoky silver color. Also, the symbol of a balance was now carved in the hilt an