Elias observed the blade from both sides. It resembled a short sword when he was a mortal; now that he was taller and had longer limbs, the blade looked like a rather unflattering knife carved from limestone.
The end of the blade was broad like an axehead, as it was a top-heavy blade made for hacking and slashing rather than stabbing.,
Elias remembered pulling the hilt of the knife from the sands nearly a decade ago, and now that he was here looking at the blade, he acknowledged the weight of that moment that changed his entire life.
He had been desperate and dying, rotting from his bones, and the endless screams of the Passenger filling his head. This was his last act of curiosity before he buried himself inside the sand to die, and Elias had taken the chance to pull on the curious stone that was not too far away from his decaying body.
