A minuscule silver flash of light pierced through the world as it flew in a straight line, guided by the winds of the world.
Even against the immense force being transmitted by a colossal impact, the silver knife knew no hindrance that could stop it.
It simply sliced through everything, as if everything was nonexistent.
And it was this characteristic that gave Aventine hope for survival—
Because, in the letter opener's path, there lay a dormant ancient artifact. One used in some great war in the past.
A highly volatile yet incredibly versatile weapon of mass destruction.
Now, all it needed for it to be used in this day and age—was to be unsealed.
Thus.
—Swish!
The silver blade cut straight through the dormant ancient artifact. It pierced through the many-layered seals placed upon the eagle-shaped figurine carrying pure destruction within each of its feathers.
