Bab 78: The Blade That Walks.

Blink! Something split open in the shrouded hollow.

Blink! Blink! Inside a sarcophagus within the clandestine.

Blink! Blink! Blink! Girded by bones, for the totems and the talismans deluding the vestiges, at the very profundities of the mausoleum of emancipation.

For it was an eye that birthed upon the blade of the devourer.

Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!

The vertical eye doused in azure luminescence gazed upon the tomb it was encased within. Illusory tentacles burgeoned out from the hilt of the blade; some took the role of the legs while others resembled the arms of the enmeshment. Violet strings of nexus escaped from the midst of the eye, disintegrating all the fervent seals that crept along the surface of the ossuary.

Then the blade stood up with its tentacular legs, pushed off the ground and pierced through its grievous confinement.