Enclave Remnants Armor Novels & Stories

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."

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

The heavy silence in the decontamination airlock was shattered only by the relentless hum of the Acheron's atmospheric scrubbers. The Vanguard Commander stood perfectly still, a monolithic figure in vantablack armor, analyzing the raw desperation radiating from Dante and Elara. His polarized visor reflected their battered forms: Dante, bruised and defiant, wielding a crude titanium wrench like a broadsword; and Elara, shivering yet resolute, her thumb resting millimeters from the data drive’s biometric kill-switch. The four mercenaries flanking the Commander kept their suppressed submachine guns leveled, the crimson laser sights forming a constellation of lethal intent across Dante’s chest.

Gray energy gathered around the soldier and condensed in a gas that covered his arms. "Enchant, sharpness. Sacrifice enchant, elder overload." Multiple parts of the armor began to crack, and the bar on his back exploded to smithereens. Part of his mask turned into ash, revealing his resolute look on his face. "Chain enchantment, Tundra’s judgment." The suit wilted and died, revealing his body full of open wounds. All of the energy running rampant near him concentrated on a single point: A pale blue tomahawk that appeared on his right hand.

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. ---

Which seems to pissed her off even more, As I apologize she grab the shard and kicked my shin with her high heel boots. "Is there anything good sir?..". (Mina) Seeing Elijah leave, Mina come closer. "well nothing much..just skill shards and this piece of Armour..Hey, Bar come here!..could you look at this?". I hand over the Rusted iron armour to Bar for him to inspect. I knew this armour has a magical enchantment place on it, since Bar was the expert on this, he should have a look at it. "Wow, Dwarven armour sure is amazing..though it almost totaled, the most important piece was still here….Sir, I believe this is a rare armour enchantment..it's High rank [Fire Resistant]..". (Bar)

Nevan’s voice was a low, jagged rasp. He was standing at the bunker’s heavy blast door. He wasn't wearing his tactical suit anymore; he was wearing the remains of the Syndicate’s experimental armor we had scavenged from the Kremlin’s vaults. It was designed to repel kinetic energy, but against what was coming, it felt like wearing paper. He held a pulse-claymore in his hands, the blade vibrating with a frequency that made the air around him blur.