The bone‑clear, modified prosthetic finger grips tightly onto the skull‑shaped hilt⚙️, while acid‑etched neon rain sparks sizzles beneath the anti‑gravity dome of New Shanghai🌧️. Azhi clutches this weapon, freshly retrieved from an underground 3D‑printing workshop, and slides along the wall into a dark alley choked with stagnant wastewater🚷. The Corpse Sweeper squad’s cybernetic hound has already tracked the neural signal to the alley’s entrance🐶. The blade still carries the lingering warmth of PLA printing♨️, its sinuous patterns etched with a soul‑devouring incantation erased by the corporate giants of the old era🔮. Those data‑monopolizing oligarchs had consigned every unregulated psionic design to a digital graveyard—but they never imagined that this print file, hidden in the crevices of a discarded server💾, would be unearthed. The hook at the blade’s tip glows with a warm, matte orange hue, and as Azhi sidesteps the sweeping beam of a spotlight🔦, he flips his hand and severs the lead hound’s signal bus🧵. The scorching blade instantly absorbs the residual controlled soul fragments within the cyborg body, causing the skull‑hilt’s eye sockets to flare with a faint crimson glow🔴. Just fifty meters ahead lies the tunnel entrance leading to the floating wastelands; just as Azhi lifts his foot to sprint, he suddenly feels a faint, tickling itch in his palm—the bone‑like veins of the blade are slowly crawling upward along the junction between his prosthetic arm and his flesh🧬…