[The Incoming Sloth] (IV)

As I held the weapon in my hand, I marveled at its perfection. The small letters etched on its surface seemed to imbue it with a divine power, transforming it into a spear of light with a shapeless blade that could take on any form. With every slash, the weapon emitted a deep rumble, sending waves of energy that seemed to wrap around the space around me.

The weapon radiated a divine light, and as I held it, I felt a surge of power flowing inside me. It was as if I had become one with the celestial spear. And the most amazing thing was that it could transform into a Barrett M82, which was incredibly cool.

"Thank you so much, letters," I said, praising the perfection of the weapon.

To my surprise, another wave of applause rang out in the space. "Oh my lord, master praised us,"

I wondered whether I needed to call them letters all the time. "Do I need to call you letters always?" I asked.