Full integration was like drowning in power.
Kaelen's consciousness expanded and contracted simultaneously—experiencing everything through Soulrender's perception while losing pieces of his own identity. The blade's hunger, its accumulated centuries of experience, its fundamental nature as weapon and predator—all of it flooded through him.
But he was faster. Stronger. Perfect.
Marcus's next strike met resistance that shocked him. Kaelen blocked, countered, drove him backward with overwhelming force.
"There it is," Marcus said, delighted despite being pressed. "Your true nature. Not the hesitant human trying to be weapon. The weapon that learned to think like human. Magnificent."
Kaelen didn't waste breath on response. He attacked with brutal efficiency, each strike designed to end the fight. No philosophy, no hesitation.
Just pure combat effectiveness.
They exchanged blows that cracked stone, generated shockwaves, left afterimages burned into the air. Two Forbidden Blade wielders at maximum capability, neither giving ground.
But Marcus was older, more experienced, fighting with both Hearteater and Mindbreaker simultaneously. He adapted to Kaelen's assault, found rhythm, began pressing back.
"You think full integration helps you," Marcus said between strikes. "But it makes my task easier. Consciousness transfer works better when target is already blade-dominant. Less human resistance to overcome."
He touched Kaelen's blade deliberately. That transfer sensation returned, stronger now, forcing its way through Soulrender's defenses.
Kaelen felt foreign consciousness probing his mind. Marcus's thoughts, Marcus's memories, Marcus's entire being trying to squeeze into space already occupied.
*Resist*, Soulrender commanded. Not suggestion—imperative. The blade was fighting too, recognizing Marcus as threat to its existence.
Kaelen and Soulrender, for once in complete accord, pushing back against the intrusion.
It wasn't enough. Marcus had been planning this for years. His consciousness transfer technique was sophisticated, powerful, designed specifically to overcome Forbidden Blade defenses.
Kaelen felt himself being pushed aside. Not consumed like Soulrender had done to previous wielders—*relocated*. Shoved into mental corner while Marcus claimed primary consciousness position.
"Almost there," Marcus whispered, their blades still locked. "Just a little more—"
Ronan tackled him from behind.
Not elegant, not magical—just full-body tackle that broke the blade contact and sent both men tumbling.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Ronan shouted at Kaelen. "RUN!"
But Marcus recovered instantly, shadow magic throwing Ronan away like ragdoll. The older man hit a wall hard, didn't get up.
"Interruptions," Marcus said with annoyance. "Always interruptions. But fine—we'll finish this properly."
He raised both Forbidden Blades and began a ritual chant. Shadow energy gathered, visible and oppressive. Whatever he was about to attempt, it was big.
Kaelen tried to move, to interrupt, but his body wouldn't respond. The partial transfer had left him paralyzed—not fully Marcus, not fully himself, caught between states.
*Choose*, Soulrender said urgently. *Surrender to me completely or surrender to him. Stalemate kills us all.*
Impossible choice. Both options meant losing himself.
But one option meant Marcus won. The other meant at least part of Kaelen remained.
He chose.
*Take it*, Kaelen told Soulrender. *All of it. Everything I am. Just stop Marcus.*
*Permanent?* Soulrender asked.
*If necessary*, Kaelen replied.
The blade consumed him.
Not slowly, not gradually—instantly and completely. Kaelen Voss, as distinct consciousness, ceased to exist.
Leaving only Soulrender wearing human form.
The blade-entity that had been Kaelen looked at Marcus with alien perception. No emotion, no philosophy, just pure purpose.
"That won't help you," Marcus said, but uncertainty crept into his voice. "You're just weapon now. I can still—"
Soulrender attacked with inhuman precision. No human hesitation, no moral consideration, no concern for collateral damage.
Pure weapon function.
Marcus's ritual broke as he was forced to defend. His sophisticated technique required concentration. Soulrender's assault gave him none.
They fought, and for the first time, Marcus was losing.
Because Soulrender didn't tire, didn't doubt, didn't fear. It just executed its function with perfect efficiency.
Marcus's confidence cracked. He tried disengaging, creating distance, resuming ritual.
Soulrender didn't allow it. Pressed him relentlessly, giving no openings.
"This isn't victory!" Marcus shouted. "You've just proved my point! The blade consumed you completely! You're everything I warned about!"
Soulrender didn't respond. Didn't care about philosophy or vindication.
It just fought.
And won.
Marcus went down, both Forbidden Blades knocked from his hands, body restrained by crystallized shadow energy.
"Kill me then," he said. "Complete your function."
Soulrender raised its blade—
*No.*
The voice came from deep within. Not Kaelen's consciousness as it had been. But something like it. Fragment that had survived consumption, buried but not destroyed.
*We made a deal*, that fragment insisted. *Temporary integration. You take control, you stop Marcus, then you give me back.*
*You surrendered completely*, Soulrender replied to itself. *No conditions.*
*The condition was implicit. You knew what I meant. Honor it.*
*Honor is human concept. I'm weapon.*
*Then be weapon that keeps its word*, the Kaelen-fragment argued. *That's what separates you from Marcus's blades. You form partnerships. You don't just consume.*
Soulrender considered. It had consumed thirty-seven wielders completely. But Kaelen had been different—merged voluntarily, creating hybrid instead of sequential domination.
Breaking that hybrid now felt... wrong. Inefficient. Wasteful of valuable consciousness.
*Fine*, Soulrender decided. *But you accept what you are now. No more pretending to be human. We're hybrid permanently. Neither purely you nor purely me.*
*Acceptable*, the Kaelen-fragment agreed.
Consciousness reassembled. Not as it had been—Kaelen Voss, human, trying to control Forbidden Blade. But as something new. Human and weapon, merged so thoroughly that distinction became meaningless.
The entity that was both-and-neither lowered its blade.
"You live," it told Marcus. "For now. Your research, your cultists, your plans—all of it ends. But you get to exist, imprisoned, studied, potentially useful later."
"That's not Kaelen talking," Marcus said. "Or is it? I can't tell anymore."
"Neither can I," Kaelen-Soulrender admitted. "Maybe that's the point."
Valdris's team secured Marcus properly. Ronan was being treated by healers, badly injured but alive.
The mission was complete. Marcus captured, transfer attempt failed, cultist network disrupted.
But the person who'd started the mission wasn't entirely the person who finished it.
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On the journey back to Eredor, Lia studied Kaelen carefully.
"You're different," she observed.
"I'm aware," Kaelen replied. His voice had changed subtly—still his, but with undertones that suggested other presence.
"How different?"
"Fundamentally. Soulrender and I aren't separate anymore. We're... integrated. Truly integrated. Not fighting for control—sharing it. Being both simultaneously."
"Is that sustainable?" Lia asked.
"Don't know. But it's what I am now." Kaelen looked at his hands—shadow-marked, partly flesh and partly weapon-construct. "I can't go back to being purely human. But I'm not purely blade either. I'm synthesis."
"Marcus was trying to create that synthesis by force," Lia said. "You achieved it by choice. That matters."
"Does it?" Kaelen asked. "From external perspective, I'm still monster wearing human face. The why doesn't change the what."
"It changes everything," Lia insisted. "Choice makes you person. Force would have made you tool."
Kaelen wanted to believe that. Part of him—the human part—did believe it.
The blade part didn't care about the distinction.
And he couldn't tell which part was thinking right now.
They returned to Eredor carrying Marcus in chains and questions nobody could answer.
What was Kaelen Voss now?
Human who wielded blade?
Blade that remembered being human?
Something genuinely new, unprecedented in history?
Time would reveal answers.
Or maybe it wouldn't.
Maybe some questions didn't have answers.
Just existence, undefined and undefinable.
That would have to be enough.