In the sulfur steam of the abyss veins, Kane used the fragments of the star skeleton sword to dig out the crystals growing in his wrists. This cursed blade that has devoured all previous holders is his only bargaining chip to wield it against the gods. When the twisted bronze beak mask of the Blood Feast Knight reflected the residual light of the mining lamp, the mute girl Irene poured corpse oil on the pursuers, and her bone flute was covered in bronze rust in the flames - that was the sound most feared by the hunters.
Traveling through the rifts in the five realms, the man with the Black Star Scar collects bronze crown fragments from the ashes. When the Everfrost Witch's ice pick penetrated his right shoulder, the rogue Sylvia used her chest to catch the Blood Feast Knight's chain blade; in the middle of the night when the ice hound tore into the crystallized body, Irene silently sutured his broken tendons. Every time the Star Skeleton Sword is swung, the hilt becomes one inch more corroded by the lines on the palm. The souls of those who died under the sword scream in their dreams: "You are the real container."
When Kane pieced together the phantom of the crown in the Utopian Sanctuary, the truth shattered with the guardian's chains - the so-called mission was nothing but a festival for the return of the gods. When the bronze light bursting out of Irene's severed arm shattered the crown, the leader of the Knights of the Blood Banquet revealed the crystal heart of the same origin as him in the buzzing sound. In the roar of the earth's collapse, Irene turned into liquid bronze and seeped into the sword body. The last escape oar stirred the abyss. The whale song coming from below was like a warning that the mute woman could not speak.
The Star Skeleton Sword whines in the completely crystallized right hand, and the new abyss is swallowing up the last light.
