The sword came to him and the assimilation hit differently from anything before it.
The hearthstone and the sword folded into his soul hierarchy simultaneously, two soul masses intertwined with each other, clicking into place at once. When it finished settling, Finn stood quietly in the dark chamber for a moment, understanding the full shape of what he now had.
The sword wasn't a weapon with a fixed effect. It was a framework, a channel attuned entirely to his nature, capable of carrying whatever application of his Error powers he chose to run through it in any given moment.
He reached for it with his soul and it materialized in his grip.
