"Beatrice stood amidst the carnage, the Penitent Maul slung over her shoulder. The weapon pulsed faintly, exhaling black steam in lazy breaths, and though its surface looked solid, she could feel something within it, like invisible veins, that act as network all crawling within, and strangely there was a connection between them.
A strange, intimate bond, between her the weapon spiritual bond if she had to guess, however all she needed to do to get certain reaction on this thing was to move the Mundus Energy inside it like unknotting a knot, and then.
"Well, isn't this interesting." She said with renewed awe. Then, as if answering her thought, the hammer began to change, first dissolving completely, starting from the handle, then the head, turning into curling ribbons of black smoke that swirl around her like a cloud.
Beatrice blinked, then smirked softly "Well… that makes it easier to carry around."
