"Witnesses cannot exist," said the four-meters tall steel-skinned demoness. "That means those who know the client who commissioned the request, especially someone with the blueprint and the capability to create this divine weapon." The Harmonic Trichiliocosm shrieked against her plated palm, and she let it hum, unhurried about what came next. "To put it simply, everyone who carries knowledge of its existence ends here."
Yuluyu's teeth locked together.
Something shifted in her posture.
Her primary hands and all four mechanical prosthetic arms moved simultaneously, each reaching inward, pulling from what could only be her inner spatial storage, and what came out of it was enough to intimidate any normal demons to consider forfeiting their life.
It was divine weapons, grabbed by each six total hands.
A white-bladed lance trailing condensed devilish aura…
A serrated curved sword edged in gold rune-light…
A heavy maul that seemed to absorb gravity and manipulate it…
