The sword vanished.
One moment it was there, that nightmare of black stone and red mist still pulsing faintly on the chamber floor where Gorrauth had dropped it in the second phase. The next it was gone, pulled into the purple void storage that Noah had learned to trigger without visible ceremony, a quiet displacement that left no trace. To everyone else watching through the dissipating barrier it simply ceased to exist, the way everything else about Gorrauth had ceased to exist when the warden finally came apart for the last time.
Nobody questioned it. They had other things on their minds.
