Infante

The superweapon I’d glimpsed earlier was at the other end of the building.  The Infante’s personal superweapon, by the looks of it.  It was a tower of throbbing flesh that made me think of a beating heart, but scarred flesh.  It bore a horned head of gold with two faces, had three breasts, two arms, and three legs.

It warred with the Tangle, turning with surprising speed while lashing out, tearing with surgical precision.  It was winning.

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