Novel & Cerita Erza Scarlet Purgatory Armor

In the Vanguard’s staging hall, just behind the Matriarch’s grand balcony, Mwajuma stood in perfect stillness. She looked at her reflection in a tall, polished silver mirror. The woman looking back was a stranger to the mud and blood of Mapambazuko. She wore the dark leather and canvas uniform of the elite, but it was the armor that truly defined her. The custom-forged iron-shale pauldron rested heavily on her right shoulder, its veins of pure gold gleaming in the torchlight. The brutal, articulated stone gauntlet covered her right forearm, a weapon capable of shattering a monster’s skull or holding up a collapsing wall.

Spiritual flames surged out of his body, forming a suit of armor. The suit of armor consisted of a helmet, chest plate, tassets, greaves, and boots, with two streamers floating behind him, protecting Wilbur's entire body. Only his eyes were exposed. The armor was formed from white spiritual flames and had red runes shimmering around its surface. There was lightning dancing around it as well. It exuded a powerful and imposing aura, making Wilbur look like a war god. The Hundred Shadows Slaughter assaulted him, and all the spiritual energy blades constantly exploded against Wilbur's suit of armor. All the blades shattered, dispersing into spiritual energy.

They fought tooth and nail as if it was some type of morbid dance between two opposite forces until eventually overcoming what used to stand in front: they defeated them again…or so thought those remaining few who chose life over death. Still panting heavily amid the ruins left behind due devastation caused by Miss Bulwark (*as referred lovingly by Lovato*), both daredevils embraced at last after such intense battle; relieved - although bruised & battered (mostly mentally!)-that also no harm had come upon their little brave soul known as 'Scarlett'. One final thing remained however: The showstopper itself…. A fiery explosion occurred right then when two hearts collide during an affectionate

Evandros lost his steps and fell on the dirty ground covered with dead leaves. Once he got to his senses and raised his head, his pupils shrank. "SCARLET." He yelled at the top of his lungs, scarlet held the sword in her left hand as blood dripped down from her right arm. Her right sleeve was torn up and big claw marks can be seen on her white arm through which blood was pouring out like a rainfall.

He said, watching her jump up from the bed and walk in front of where Daario was sitting. "That's a question not even Greyworm can answer, but I don't need questions," she said with a powerful smile. She grabbed the only attachment to her clothing, a golden ring the size of a closed fist, she snapped it out, and her silver-white dress, the color matching her hair, fell to the floor with the ring making a light metallic sound that echoed through the room.

Lila spat, though her voice felt small, fragile. “Am I not?” Arika cooed. “Tell me then, how does it feel to fail them again? To play hero and end up in a coma, while I dance through your memories like strings on a harp?” Lila turned in every direction, trying to find her. “Show yourself!” The darkness split. Arika stepped forward. Her body shimmered unnaturally, wrapped in deep violet armor. Her face glowed with unnatural beauty—uncanny and wrong—like someone had painted perfection over a corpse. Her eyes gleamed a molten red, and her lips twisted into a delighted sneer.

- said the angel on the right, named Orphamiel. - Exactly, you must have been curious yourself, otherwise you would have resisted more.- added Razael, standing on the left. - Okay, take it easy guys.- Rathanael turned gently to them. - There's no point in arguing, since you're already here anyway.- Saraqael said, looking at those three like a mother on her mischievous children.- Please, be more serious, you belong to the Scarlet Roses after all. You're good at your job, but sometimes you act like children.- she sighed, then turned her head to Esther.- Meet your colleagues, they're Orphamiel, Anahel and Razael.- Saraqael introduced them, pointing from right to left.- Their main task is to bri

He said with a half smile, and I rested my head on his chest. "I am not mad, Scarlett. I knew this would happen," He said, and I looked at him. "I see visions. It is part of my gifts. It is what makes my magic unique. You will likely find out soon that there is something you can do that is unique to only you. That is why the colour of our auras is always different. With every Valkin Alpha, there is a magic peculiar to them if they are fortunate enough to unlock it," He said and kissed my forehead.

Erza was of a particularly small stature. Other than the tiny black wings attached to her back, and the U-shape horn that stuck out from the sides of her head, she looked just like an adorable elementary school girl, standing at about 5 foot. She wore a rosary necklace, and like the rest of the demon guards, her attire was skimpy as well; wearing only a black cross-shaped tube barely covering her undeveloped breast, her bottom consisted only a black rough rag covering her private parts with her devil tail sticking out from behind her tailbone.

Ara grinned poking her twin's arm. “ And how did George find his doll” Ara asked. “ You got a doll for a five-year-old boy?” Anna laughed. “ I assumed he would like it since his sister did” Ara said. “ Then I suggest you require scrupulous supervision whenever you buy gifts” Anna said as they climbed the stairs. “ And what did you present him?” Ara asked. “ I got him an eye patch” Anna grinned. “ He only takes it off when he is in the bath” Daphne drawled.