For a moment, the atmosphere grew solemn, as if the very air around them had stilled. The flickering light of the campfire reflected off the blade resting on Philip's hands, as he knelt on one knee, head bowed.
The two witnesses watched silently, not even daring to breathe. The crackling of the fire, the soft snore, and the dwarf sleeping nearby added to the surreal yet strikingly real scene.
Ian, who had been observing this, finally reached out his hand. The cold sensation of the hilt spread through his palm, and he couldn't help but suppress yet another faint laugh.
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