"I can hit it," Celeste gasped, her hands closing around the gleaming Celestial Adamantine of the Star-Forged Bow.
The moment her calloused fingers gripped the weapon, the sheer, impossible weight of the Mythic artifact nearly drove her face-first into the metal grating. It was like trying to lift a boulder shaped like a recurve bow.
"Ancestors," Celeste wheezed, her arms shaking violently as she fought just to keep the weapon off the ground. She shot Lucifer a strained, sarcastic glare.
"Did the gods forge this out of pure lead? Because I think my spine just compressed an inch."
"It has infinite kinetic mass," Lucifer stated smoothly, stepping closer to keep his localized gravity ward over her. "It ignores atmospheric and magnetic deflection. That makes it heavy."
"Noted," Celeste grunted. She forced herself to a standing position, her boots sliding slightly on the tilted floor of the armory.
