Romans & histoires Enclave Remnants Armor

His polished bronze armor caught the setting sun, high collared chainmail to protect his neck in combat, patterned in the likeness of coral beads, bronze breastplate patterned in feather carvings flowed down to his knees and parted at the thighs, held at the waist with a leather belt made from leopard skin, with feet protected only by a pair of cowhide sandals, arms bared except a gold band hung around an arm inlaid with gourd charms and cowries, and the quadrangular warrior bell, Egogo around the other. A wristlet made of bronze, with chain clasps to link the Eben to his sword hand in combat, thus the saying ‘’Eben is soul, only in three ways can you take it from an Eben wielder, willingly

And before that, he’d have to repair his armor. “Restituere” He placed his palm on the broken part of his armor and spoke the lease that was literally just a cheat all spiritualists had. The space in his armor gradually filled up. But he wasn’t satisfied with it. “Augendae armis” He cast an enhancement lease on his armor, strengthening his protection by twenty five percent. It was only then that he was somewhat satisfied. He then activated two glows- Takeover and Absolute Darkness. Now he was ready.

"It will be just a minute or two." I frowned in annoyance. How weak did they think I am? Curse or no curse, I couldn't be defeated so easily. Have they forgotten that I was The Invincible alpha, The Undefeated. Although I really doubted my survival as I wasn't half as strong as I had once been, I knew it wouldn't be a piece of cake for them. "Yeah, a minute or two," I repeated, picking up a fallen light stand and breaking it into two.

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction. - Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusuall

POV: Calista Rivers The front door was already disintegrated. The smell of sulfur and burning chemicals instantly filled the small room choking out the scent of old wood and rain. I didn't blink. I didn't shield my eyes. The cold concrete in my chest kept me perfectly still while the smoke rolled in. Through the haze, three silhouettes filled the shattered doorway. They wore the heavy, obsidian-plated tactical armor of the Council Enforcers their helmets fitted with glowing red visors that cut through the smog.

I didn't even get a second to breathe. I froze, staring as his shredded head ripped free from his body. His eyes stayed sharp, vicious—his mouth still moving. "Didn't think you'd catch on so fast. But—shocked? I awakened a Power, hahaha!" Enzo's severed head cackled like a lunatic. My brain kicked into overdrive. Last time, he only awakened a basic Plant-type Power. So why the hell did he have an undying body now? Plot armor. The female lead's golden shield at work again.

"You think poison improved my personality?" "A little, but you are so dramatic." I laughed before I could stop myself. "I learned from you." Heat immediately surged into my cheeks. Why did everything sound sensual whenever he said it? He walked toward the center of the room, where his armor reflected the firelight. Unlike battlefield armor, tonight’s attire was ceremonial, elegant, but heavy. I learnt the armor was layered with engraved lunar steel, reinforced with energy fibers woven beneath ancient runes. It was impossible to remove alone. He turned around. "Gina."

As the gunship touched down in the clearing near the original Vane cabin, the only thing that had truly changed was the three people who stepped off the ramp. ​Leo Vane moved with a stiffness that had nothing to do with physical injury. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel the hum of the city’s power grid in his teeth. He didn't feel the kinetic pulse of his armor. He was just a man in a torn tactical suit, his left arm scarred with the silent, silvery memory of a digital war. ​"The Remnant is setting up a perimeter," Silas said, stepping off behind him. She looked at Leo, her expression unreadable. "They still call you Alpha, Leo. Even if you can't shift."

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

He drove the broken obsidian blade into the center of Remnant’s chest—the glowing core where the Archive backup was stored. The explosion was silent. A wave of violet energy rippled outward from the double, washing over the battlefield. The Refurbished warriors didn't die; they simply stopped. They stood like statues, their silver armor turning to dull, rusted iron. Remnant’s face began to pixelate. The perfection faded, revealing a hollow frame of wire and light beneath. "The... the investors... will not be pleased..." Remnant’s voice glitched one last time before his eyes went dark. ---