[On A Cliff]

"You created the weapons, but I gave you the idea. In a way I a all weapons. My spirit exist within them. The spirit replies. "Now, give up what's mine or I am forced to rip you apart. See these weapons? They all 'belonged' to mortals, mortals who no longer draws breath in their ignorance that they could use their weapons to destroy me."

The weapons circling around the being suddenly stops and all turns towards Harnel.