"What... is it?" You knew that whatever it was that Alan was holding, it was something that made any weapon to be forged by humans or their gods seem like a joke in comparison.

"I call it the Truthbane Knife. From your perspective, it would've taken me several trillion years to create this, but the name should speak for itself." He threw the knife towards you and you grabbed it out of the air, looking at it in amazement. The eldritch power contained within the knife was the absolute anathema to Truth, the unassailable power of Truth had finally met an equal, it seemed. "Of course, it's a dagger that can destroy Truth, if the name didn't already make that obvious."

Part 47