The golden bow—Euryphaessa.
But then Eris tilts her head, her voice softening with a hint of playfulness.
"Though… it's not exactly just a bow."
"Huh? What do you mean?" I blink at her, puzzled.
"Well," she continues, swirling her tea, "it actually has two forms. Its first form is a pair of twin crescent blades. They are really sharp, so sharp that they are able to cut through almost anything. But when the two blades lock together at the hilts…" She lifts her hands, mimicking the smooth, practiced gesture. "…they transform into a bow. And not just any bow, it's a Divine Bow that can create its own bowstring, and fires magical arrows made entirely of pure, radiant light!"
"Wooooah! That's so cool!" I gasp, the image already taking shape in my head—gleaming crescent blades, swirling into a golden bow that shines like the sun itself.
"I know, right?" Eris grins, clearly enjoying my awe.
