The last two items looked almost silly at first. Stone tubes.
One the size of a dagger. The other the length of a short sword. People squinted, puzzled, because they did not know what to do with them.
They were not blades. Not talismans. Not pills. Not any artifact shape their instincts could name.
Eldric held them up without ceremony.
"This one is called a hand cannon," he said, tapping the smaller tube. "The other larger one is a fire arm."
Names chosen to sound plain, almost childish, like the items and services as he called them.
Names that did not point too sharply at what they really were.
Radeon had been careful with that. He knew how Eldritch things operated.
They understood cosmic fundamentals better than anyone, and technology that grew too advanced in a world of bloodlines and monsters was the kind of spark that drew attention from the wrong darkness.
