Not every weapon of the Arsenal remained a weapon.
Some began to evolve.
Forged from Living Metal, this segmented form mirrors the spine of a deep-void creature — a structure that grew rather than being shaped by the forge.
Each plated segment moves like armor over a hidden will, ending in a single descending stinger designed to deliver the final poison to the divine.
By this stage, the metal no longer obeyed.
It hungered.
A weapon no longer made for war—
but for hunting gods.
