Lucien rose slowly.
With a thought, he reached into the space where the Covenant-Breaker's remains had collapsed and pulled something free.
Its Organ Storage.
He then retrieved the rest from his Inventory.
Only then did he extend his senses inside them.
The first sensation was wrongness. The unmistakable feeling of something that did not belong to the world it was currently occupying.
Most of the contents were materials.
Void materials preserved in jades. Dense black membranes that pulsed faintly. Threads of collapsed space wound into fibrous coils. Crystallized miasma nodules harvested from deep within the Black Mass.
There were also tools.
Bone-and-metal instruments etched with sigils designed to carve, graft, and overwrite. Needles grown rather than forged, each one humming with a faint resonance meant to pierce both flesh and concept.
Lucien's expression darkened.
Then he found the parchments.
