"The Eight-armed Mother Goddess is the great Her Majesty Shanee, who resembles a spider, merciful yet majestic. I have always been Her most devout follower, offering Her everything, and She has bestowed divine grace upon me."
"Praise the Eight-armed Mother Goddess! Holy! Holy!"
"Her first pair of arms is the Moon Hand, capable of releasing moonlight to embrace the earth; the second pair is the Night Hand, able to brew darkness and bring slumber; the third pair is the Future Hand, capable of weaving vast webs to decide the fates of all; the fourth pair is the Hand of Chaos..."
The Fallen Elf remained triumphant and fanatical, with fervor in his voice.
"What the hell?"
"What in the world is all this nonsense..." The Silver Moon Elves frowned, puzzled, and began to discuss it among themselves.
In any era, their Holy Tree Mother Goddess never had so-called eight arms, nor the ability to brew darkness or weave chaos.
"Spider Lady, Eight-armed Mother Goddess, Chaos Weaver..."
