Cursed Kris Dagger

Gertrude her body wracked with pain, felt the lingering effects of the Hollow Knight's defeat. Her magic, once a potent weapon, had been drained, leaving her vulnerable. Fury, a consuming flame, ignited within her.

"MORWEN, You B******!!!"

With a trembling hand, she reached for a deck of ancient cards, her eyes fixated on a particular card, its surface shimmering with a sinister glow. A whispered incantation, a dark melody woven from the depths of her soul, echoed through the chamber.

The card, imbued with her power, transformed, its edges blurring into a swirling vortex of darkness. A dagger, its shape a chilling departure from the ordinary, materialized. The dagger was a cursed item. It was pitch black and shimmering with an eerie mist ~ a weapon forged in the fires of her hatred.

With a cold, calculating gaze, Gertrude raised the dagger, its power a tangible threat. Morwen was within her grasp and next time she would ensure her demise with her own hands.