Silver sense

There was something odd about that weapon. The moment I lifted my tail, it told me that the blade was crafted from a silver alloy. My eyes told me something even more astounding.

The hilt was crafted in the shape of a skelt’s head, and its eyes were two rubies. It was the image of our unborn god, Talkus. As I watched, the ruby eyes shed tears of blood that dripped onto the mud close to my feet, to mingle with my own. It was without doubt a blade of power. I could feel the magical force emanating from it.

B11 C23