The ring on Polamedes right hand starts to glow and grow until it is the size of a large dinner plate. Thin strands launch themselves from the now enlarged ring and hook into the flesh of the arm. The skin from finger to elbow flays backwards in strips like a swissroll. Under the skin tiny nanomachines start to assemble into a latticework, tightly packed but slowly expanding struggling to contain a large glowing blue energy. As the energy builds the ligaments in the elbow pop and shred and are replaced with thin strands of nanomachines support fibers. The forearm expands outward pulsing with energy, ballooning before causing it to collapse back in on itself releasing a large blue-black beam of electric-plasma that fires from the arm towards the target. The super charged beam of energy shoots towards its target, anything hit with the beam will slowly start disintegrating as the molecular structure holding it together is ripped apart and the cohesion between cells comes undone.

Afterwards the skin strips hang loose before the tiny bots start punching holes in the stipes and then threading them together with slimy stitches. Once all stripes are restitched the disconnected hands fingers break backwards pulling themselves back towards the wrist and reconnecting.

You hold out the imbued coin and chant the trigger phrase and blood seeps out of your nails. The blood pools and boils until 3 seemingly human butlers rise from the puddle. They are servants of the god of ultraviolence, they despise all those which cannot bleed for they cannot pay the red tithe. The butlers all appear middle aged, with bald heads and well groomed mustaches. They wear red and black tuxedos and carry an era of professionalism, despite their love for bloodlust.

The process takes quite a bit of time, as Luci must properly bind this object to its ideal image by bathing it in The Well. A process that, if witnessed by a normal person, would likely result in some minor traumatic occurrences. Luci watches over the item the entire time to make sure it is not swallowed up into the inky mess. A lengthy sweat-inducing endeavor, but by its end, when Luci pulls the item from the reservoir, it is all worth it.

The items in question will sport a dark tint on the paint job and if Luci desires it, she can make its primary or secondary colors as dark as she wants. The symbol of The Well, a fragmented snowflake that closely resembles broken glass, will appear embossed somewhere visibly on the item, marking it as improved.

The Well is oblivion and vice versa. There is no being or creature exempt from the prices that it exacts upon those that meet it uncordially. And like a hook, when it sinks its fangs into you, it will rip you root and all at even the slightest weakness.

The Well is also eternal. As long as the universe turns and toils, and unless someone has the power to circumvent or mimic the powers of Oblivion, upgrades items will persist ad infinitum.

Luci communicates her desire to augment an item through visual art, using the surrounding shadow and darkness to help form the swirls of pure energy that infuse themselves into the items she desires.

On firearms, her shadow will slink along the barrel and firing mechanism, making it far more efficient and adding its own kick to the fired bullet, making it deadlier while also assisting to manage recoil.

On melee weapons, the shadow slinks along the weapon with either barbs or thorns.

On other mundane items, their shadows become slightly more pronounced and may even shimmer if looked at closely enough. This improvement strengthens the bonds of the item with more supernatural or mundane energies, allowing it more freedom, efficiency, and durability.