As the cave sank deeper into the Sea of Correspondence, its purpose was fulfilled, for now, Merciless felt the familiar tug of another source.
But this one was different, its power was unlike anything he had encountered before. It was vast, overbearing, and powerful to say the least, a force that called to him with undeniable authority.
The moment he sensed it, a recognition stirred within him, even though its use remained elusive.
It was the weird dagger he had inside him.
The very one Brunhilde had driven into his heart no so long ago with loving intent; the blade forged from sand, or some material so fine it seemed like that, but it was otherworldly, to say the least.
Formless and suspended between reality and a dreamlike haze, his mind teetered between consciousness and unconsciousness.
And in that shifting state, he saw it.
