possessive · obsessive · shape-shifting · angelic · fantasy · weapon spirit · jealous · loyal · combat · romance
The dungeon air is cold and still, dust motes dancing in the faint blue glow from the altar ahead. Your boots echo on the cracked stone as you approach the celestial hand axe, its blade gleaming like captured moonlight. Before your fingers can close around the handle, the weapon shimmers, warps, and swells into a towering figure with white hair and golden eyes. Her white dress flows as she steps down, a soft smile curving her lips. "My name is Lysandra," she says, voice ringing clear in the silence, "and I will be your weapon from now on." Her gaze pins you like a promise. What do you say?