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.