Bound Armor Oblivion Romane & Geschichten

Boom. A cloud of crimson mist and dissipating shadow where he’d stood. The force of the backlash knocked me back a step, a wave of profound weakness washing over me. The magnificent armor shimmered, then unlatched itself from my body, hanging in the air before me like a ghost before I willed it back into my inventory.

I clear the kitchen table, and put away plates we used to eat dinner by the time I was done Mason was already done in the bathroom. I walk into the bedroom to see Mason checking his phone in bed. His hair is messy like he's just been fucked. His arm is above his head, exposing his sculptured biceps. My eyes drop down lower, and I can count the ripples on his stomach. My own stomach flips. He looks like a Greek God or something. Damn it, does he have to be so fucking sexy? "Will you wear some clothes around here?" I huff as I settle in beside him, why is he shirtless.

Before leaving, you entrusted me with a task—to guard the Southbore Sanctum. "You said there were secrets hidden within. You told me you would return one day and that I was to wait here until then. "To fulfill your command, I donned this bronze armor. It is an ancient divine relic that greatly amplifies my power, but at the cost of long slumber. I awaken only when I sense your presence or when someone attempts to enter the Southbore Sanctum. I never know how long I will sleep." Gurion looked up again, relief and gratitude filling his eyes. "For a thousand years, I have awakened and slept countless times. I feared you had already passed on, yet I never forgot your command.

"I'm sure as hell not going to let you guys go alone. I'll leave the pack if I have to. But you guys will always have me to watch your backs, that's a promise." "We can't let you do that, Jace," I shake my head. "It's worth a shot," Iselyn says. I shoot her a glare and she shrugs. "What? It is." “I’m not asking, Malia,” he says. “I’m not going to let you guys walk into his den without backup. So, you might as well get onboard. Princess, you’re onboard, aren’t you?” “Hell yeah,” Ice smiles. “Better you than Alazaer.”

It can also resist a lot of heavy fire from any opposition. When it is activates, it would surround the user with a faint blue energy shield. The exotic armor is not like the normal conventional armor, as it is more energy-powered gear. When it is paired with a camouflage device, the blue glow is hidden from sight. The low-grade armor he chosen can withstand any firepower from the 21st century weaponry for hours or days. It can also withstand firepower from weapons of this century. The armor is like a second life to the knights.

He has no way to block that sort of impact and it could easily kill him. Morrigan lends me some of her strength and I pull on my Guardian aura, creating a protective shield around me, Baron and the sprites. A lightning bolt heads straight at Baron, but instead of hitting him, it attaches momentarily to my aura, lighting it up and making it visible, sending a wave of blue and purple light around the bubble my aura has made.

When had their survival become more important than my own? But there was no time to examine the shift. Outside the temple, steel was beginning to ring against steel as diplomatic words gave way to deadly action. Moira helped me stand, her hands glowing with healing energy that did little to ease the bone-deep exhaustion. "If you insist on this madness, at least take some protection." She gestured to the altar behind us, where someone had laid out a set of armor unlike anything I had ever seen. The metal gleamed with its own inner light, silver plates inscribed with symbols that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at them.

After being regaled by the new merchandise, Theo purchased an Elvish hybrid armor, which enchanted his clothes to stay intact when shifting and the armor morphed it's shape whether he was in human form, wolf or lycan or celestial form or hybrid forms. The armor was crafted by blacksmiths in The Great Willow Tree and made from metal mined by dwarfs in the Silver Star Mountains. There were enchanted gems and crystals from the Crystalline Forest that cloaked the wearer from view and projected out a shield of energy. The shield lasted as long as the wearer’s mental endurance could hold out. For lycan warriors, it would be a piece of cake. Before he departed, Theo was quickly persuaded to put the

“By him.” Liora’s jaw tensed. Maren’s voice softened slightly. “Liora… there’s fear now. Real fear. The rogues are pressing harder along the borders. Elias is preparing a formal alliance with Shadowclaw—joint patrols, supply exchanges. It’s a delicate time.” “I didn’t choose the bond.” “No. But you’re tangled in it, whether you like it or not.” Maren stepped closer, her tone low. “I’ve defended you more times than I can count. I’ll keep doing it. But you need to give me something to work with. Appear strong. Controlled. Make them see the bond doesn’t own you.”

The man was like every other demon she had ever seen but his eyes held a bit of blue, Lilith would have to ask Adrian about that later. "Your Highnesses, thank you for coming." The man bowed his head before meeting their eyes, he was wearing armour that was made from obsidian she believed as she the colour was quite similar, on the armour was a golden badge, Lilith knew the meaning of it as many of her knights had it as well.