All eyes were on her. She was looking out into the void with a look of both awe and fear on her face. "This is the Armory of Living Weapons."
"Rosalina took me here once when I was training, and it was one of the Royal Knights' best-kept secrets," she said.
"Living weapons?" Elwen said it again, watching a spear spin through the air like a drill in the distance. "You mean those things are really alive?"
Lylia said, "Not alive like we are," as she moved closer to the edge of their island but stayed away from it.
"They're made up. Weapons that were made to work on their own."
"The plan was to make friends, protectors, and training partners. The goal was to create weapons that could engage in combat alongside their users, rather than merely serving as tools.
Greg thought about what that meant. Making life out of metal and magic and giving weapons their own wills and purposes. It was both fascinating and very scary at the same time. "So they're not hostile?"
