This one looked like something straight out of a king's armory. The shaft was black and silver, laced with veins of glowing azure energy. The head of the spear shimmered with a strange, liquid-like light, sharp enough to split air.
It was… beautiful.
Even Leo — calm, logical, "we-need-to-be-smart-about-resources" Leo — was staring at it with a kind of wonder I'd never seen on his face before.
I couldn't help but grin.
"See?" I whispered. "Told you the bombs were worth it."
The room was quiet—too quiet, really—but not the heavy, suffocating silence of tension. This was different. This was reverence.
Even the air felt still, like the dungeon itself was holding its breath as we all stood there, staring at the spear.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Not even Mira.
Which, frankly, might've been the most unbelievable part of the entire day.
