Today I walked among humans dressed as one of their detectives. They placed in my hand something they call a weapon… yet it confused me. It was neither sword nor shield, neither forged steel nor enchanted crystal. Just a cold, strange device that spits fire and light.

They call it power… but to me, it feels hollow. Humans place too much faith in their toys, believing them to grant strength. True power has always been devotion, will, and the hand of a Goddess.

Still, I played along, let them marvel at their fragile creation, while I carried it as if it could ever compare to the weight of my wrath. Foolish humans… so fragile, and yet so proud