At the end of the Hall of Ghosts was a door.
Not a grand door not bronze or iron or stone. A simple wooden door, painted white, with a single word carved into its surface.
TRUTH.
Lee pushed the door open.
The chamber beyond was small maybe twenty feet across and empty except for a pedestal at its center. On the pedestal rested a sword.
The Dawnblade.
It was beautiful. Painfully beautiful. The blade was made of light actual light, solidified into steel, glowing with every color of the spectrum. The hilt was white gold, wrapped in leather that felt like warm skin. And the pommel... the pommel was a piece of the shattered sun itself, a shard of Sol Umbra that pulsed with a soft, silver radiance.
"So this is it," Kira whispered. "The weapon that can kill a god."
"Not kill," Ren corrected. "Unmake. The Dawnblade doesn't kill it erases. It removes things from existence. From memory. From time itself."
Lee stepped toward the pedestal.
The moment his hand touched the hilt, the world exploded.