Bones

More than ten millennia had passed in the mundane universe, and fathomless epochs within the Eye, since Lucius had been without his war-plate. It was as much a part of him as his twin hearts or his iron-hard bones. Treachery and the touch of the divine had merged it with his flesh, forged and reforged from the imprisonment of the souls that screamed into his mind every moment.

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Lucius: The Faultless Blade, III.I