The final chamber was a void.
Not the aggressive nothing of the Absence, but something different—a darkness that felt deliberately cultivated, intentionally maintained. Dante stepped through the doorway and felt reality shift around him, the chamber's boundaries becoming uncertain and fluid.
At the center of the space, a single point of light existed.
Eclipse.
The weapon rested on a pedestal of living stone, and even from across the chamber, its presence was overwhelming. The blade was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at directly—dark metal that seemed to absorb light, patterns of starlight dancing across its surface like constellations from skies that no longer existed.
He approached slowly, reverently, each step bringing him closer to the weapon that legends said had killed gods.
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The chamber shifted as he walked.
