When rodents gnawed through Wolf Mother's twelfth rib, Alyssa's silver veins ignited. The gray beasts wove crimson paths with bloodied confinement rune fragments, leading to wine-cellar meat racks—seventy-two mummified silver wolf fetuses hung there, the last umbilical cord knotted with exile medallion shards.
"Crone's charcuterie turned signpost?" Crushing prenatal blood crystals, azure liquid seeped into cracks. The curing wall pivoted, revealing rot-metal and lily-ash scents. Three hundred rat-tail candles illuminated an altar with Wolf Mother's fossilized pelvis, where a butchering woman turned—apron lifting to expose former High Priestess' brand scars.
The cleaver in the woman's hand elongated, its spine etched with inverse "Mad King" sigils: "Whelp arrives early." Her vocal cords, modified with prenatal blood, carried pup whimpers. Rodents formed battle lines, delivering seventy-three bloody bronze gears—components of Laine's time machine from Volume One.
Alyssa's hair probed altar fissures, hooking a bite-marked clavicle: "Played corpse three centuries to become Kane's sous-chef?" The cleaver flew but melted before contact—Wolf Mother's fossil exuding primordial fecal matter that liquefied metal into mnemonic fluid.
Moonlight through caudal vertebrae skylight cracked confinement runes. The woman ripped her apron, revealing reversed sigils on her spine—"Mad King" transformed into silver wolf nursing motifs. She tossed blood-soaked sage onto the fossil: "Sacred Blade found me first."
Azure liquid etched scabbard patterns on stone. Alyssa's "73" brand resonated with the hilt. Leaping onto the altar, she stumbled upon loose pubic bone exposing Laine's journal fragment: Subject 73000 successfully awakened Sacred Blade. Vessel final commenced The page bore the woman's youthful lipstick—matching Laine's assistant ID photo from Volume One.
"Mutual betrayal tutorial?" Alyssa's fangs pierced her palm, blood spraying the hilt. The woman tore off her face—revealing Kane's childhood wet-nurse visage. Prosthetic eye projected lab footage: Alyssa's infant clone being implanted with blade shards while the woman nursed Kane's embryo nearby.
Cranial explosions rumbled below. As the blade unsheathed, rodents stood bipedal clutching Thorned Matrimony copies. Alyssa severed the woman's mechanical arm, but no oil spilled— Three-century-exiled wolf wraiths crawled from the blade, each face blending Kane and her features. Moonlight on fuller revealed her reflection lupinizing as the guard's lily engraving sprouted a third eye.