"Yes, I am... a... Holy Tool, as you flesh bags like to call it." The arrow replied, admitting her nature.
This was the Holy tool of a known, very powerful entity, arguably the most powerful in all the universe.
The Holy Tool of the Entity love. This was the treasure Enel was after. And the golden honey that fell from its tip was the ingredient he needed to unlock the system.
That would be its source, its engine, its drive.
Enel took a deep breath, steadied himself, and stepped forward once more. Each movement was deliberate, every muscle tense as he approached the gleaming arrow embedded in the colossal gemstone.
Yet, no sooner had he crossed an invisible threshold than an unseen force slammed against him, sending him stumbling backward.
"Are you still offended?" Enel asked, dusting himself off with a mix of irritation and stubborn resolve.
