The item materialized between them and cast blue light across the room.
It was an axe. Single headed, the blade wide and slightly forward swept, the metal of it carrying a color that sat between steel and ice, shifting depending on the angle. Blue-green energy ran through the blade in veins that didn't follow any forged pattern, moving the way lightning moved, finding its own path. The handle was wrapped leather over a metal core, the binding tight and practical, and runes ran along the flat of the blade in a language Noah didn't recognize but the system clearly did. The whole thing crackled faintly. Not loudly. Just enough that the air around it smelled clean, the way air smelled after a storm.
Lucas looked at it for a long time without touching it.
Then he reached out and the axe moved toward him the way Sophie's mace had moved toward Sophie, the way all of them had moved, finding the hand they were built for.
