[This weapon is, without a doubt, some manner of eldritch entity existing in a dimension unknowable to the human senses. This is some Lovecraftian shitposting right here!

But even elder gods can burn if you turn the heat up high enough. Da Vinci rubs her hands together, pleased by this new direction.]

Perfect. Then let's go outside and leave poor Alero to his work~ We don't want to cause an accident in someone else's workshop. That'd be too rude of us.