‘Abandon that blade immediately!’ His teammate’s roar blared through the comms, crackling with static💥, but Kaelum’s knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the Star Husk Bone-Eating Neural-Link Serrated Blade🥶. In 2198, the 7th Interstellar Marine Recon Team ventured into the abandoned alien mine on Kepler-452b to search for the missing advance squad. This blade was embedded in a crystal pillar at the mine’s core; its serrated edge, forged from extraterrestrial silicon bone ore, could slice through titanium alloy armor with ease🔪. The holes along its spine were neural adapters from an alien civilization—when his palm pressed against the hilt, the blade glowed with a faint blue light🔵, and foreign memories flooded his mind: the advance squad had all been parasitized by neural spores from the mine’s native predators, and this blade was the only tool capable of severing the spore links. Now, his tactical helmet’s alarms screamed, and behind him, his teammate’s form twisted as they approached🦖. The blade began to vibrate in sync with his heartbeat, and Kaelum knew he either had to use this blade to end his corrupted comrade, or become the spore’s next host. The low hum from the mine’s depths grew louder, and a pale blue seeped from the blade’s holes, as if craving the taste of neural spores...