The dark matter storm howled through the derelict fleet of the 'Star Graveyard', and sparks sparked under Leia the Scavenger's magnetic boots as she clanked across the rusted armor plates💥. Gripping her plasma cutter, she pried open the hatch of the Imperial execution ship's burial chamber, and the emergency fluorescent tubes inside suddenly burst with an eerie purple light🔦, illuminating the dagger embedded in the center of the sarcophagus - the 'Void-Coiled Star Remains Slayer Dagger'. The remaining holographic logs on her wrist terminal spat out chilling text: This blade’s edge is forged from the core debris of a collapsed star, and the coiled patterns on its hilt are cast from the nerve fibers of rebellious psykers, each ridge locking a soul strangled to death. A single grip during execution allows the wraiths to travel through blood vessels to shatter the target’s bones👻. Leia recalled the rumor she’d heard at the spaceport bar last week: a scavenger team that found this blade vanished without a trace, leaving only a pile of dry bones covered in coiled ridges. She had just stuffed the blade into her contamination-proof backpack when she heard faint whispers in her ear, as if countless people were breathing cold air on the back of her neck. She raised her hand to touch her neck, and her fingertips actually touched a protrusion identical to the pattern on the hilt🩸. When she turned to flee the compartment, she found the hatch had been welded shut by an invisible force, and the purple light from the emergency lamp began to seep out of her skin along her blood vessels, perfectly matching the blade’s hue🌌. Her wrist terminal suddenly popped up a log entry not of her own making: “137th host, compatibility rate 98%”. The whispers grew louder, now forming coherent, hungry voices: “Finally… we can move again…”