His voice swells with pride. "A gift from my Lord, and a symbol of what we hold dear." There were others bedecked with horns and talons, fine clothes and symbols of their nobility. He needs nothing but this, a beautiful sign of Luminary Mohg's love.

As he holds it out for Viktor to take in the details, the polished steel is suddenly clouded with a murky reflection. Something moves behind him. Distorted and broken by the myriad petals, but he glimpses a piece of it all the same. The shape of a massive arm that swings loosely as if profoundly broken, and a glimmer of gold. He spins, falling into a ready stance with an instinctive speed. But there's nothing. "I saw that thing again--reflected in the steel." It had seemed to be inside the house with them, despite its horrible size. Is that the trick of it? A shade that lived in reflections?

"It's not a revenant, then." If revenants could do this, he'd have seen it already, in the glassy surface of the lake that swallowed Liurnia. "One of those ghosts you mentioned--Oh heavens." He's making sense of what he saw now. The arm isn't broken. It's jointed. And the wretched thing wears gold. "Oh, if Godrick's been brought here as well... Can demigods come to Trench?" And if so, what to do, then?