Only on a crazy weird world would it be complicated, but it sounds like all the Architect's bloody inadvertent creations out there were crazy and weird for sure.
Shaking her head, Nia held out her hand. On her palm, a soft blue light shaped into a crystal. From that crystal grew a sword hilt, with vines curling up and past it, and then from that hilt grew a blue blade.
"Sort of I use this," she said, looking down at it -- and then up at Ashe, taking a step over to hold up the Catalyst Scimitar with enough room on the hilt for another hand to grip it. "But if we're serious, I give power to whoever uses this. That's why I asked."
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Only on a crazy weird world would it be complicated, but it sounds like all the Architect's bloody inadvertent creations out there were crazy and weird for sure.
Shaking her head, Nia held out her hand. On her palm, a soft blue light shaped into a crystal. From that crystal grew a sword hilt, with vines curling up and past it, and then from that hilt grew a blue blade.
"Sort of I use this," she said, looking down at it -- and then up at Ashe, taking a step over to hold up the Catalyst Scimitar with enough room on the hilt for another hand to grip it. "But if we're serious, I give power to whoever uses this. That's why I asked."