Erza Scarlet Purgatory Armor 소설 & 이야기

Something Hybrid. "We don't need an army, Dante," I said, my hand closing around the tiny sprout. I felt a spark of heat—a dark, jagged fire that tasted of revenge. "We’re going to hunt him the way the Scrappers hunt the Spires. From the shadows. With the grit." As Zora and Dante prepare to leave the Spire, a figure emerges from the service elevator. It’s not a soldier. It’s High Queen Serafina. She is covered in dirt, her gown is rags, and her human skin is bruised. But she is holding a heavy, industrial-grade Scrapper’s pulse-rifle.

I turned my eyes back to Marcus and the warriors, seeing the light dimming down as their forms reappeared before us again. Gasps sounded, coming from me and our friends, as we saw them dressed in silver-white clothes, covering every inch of their bodies. They were dressed similar to modern army men, white with silver imprints, covering their combat pants and their jackets. The shirt that was peeking through, underneath their jacket looked like it was white, but I couldn't see very well. I walked towards Marcus, fingers tracing the fabric that covered his chest. I saw marking, the same one he got when he defeated Azrael, covering his left shoulder.

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

Chapter 1 Scarlett POV I practiced swinging my staff with a few quick movements, relishing the sensation of manipulating metals as a means to concentrate without distractions. As I took in the metals surrounding me, my Aura pulsed strongly within my chest. With a quick motion, I hurled the metals into the swimming pool of the abandoned warehouse that served as my refuge.

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

“After recuperating, I’ll be back on your screen. Thank you.” The security quickly cleared a path and led us toward the VIP exit. As the private elevator to the basement opened, there stood someone near a sleek, black Bugatti. His brown hair was styled perfectly, each strand in place. But he had a cold face and a calm kind of confidence that made it impossible to ignore him. He looked like the kind of guy who could cause total confusion in the midst of girls just by walking in. “Hello, Mr. Scarlet.” He shook hands with Elena’s dad.

Lucian and Zara didn't walk out of the shattered master study; they stalked out like two apocalyptic gods of pure vengeance. Zara had completely discarded the sheer black silk robe. She was now encased in sleek, pitch black tactical Kevlar, her dark hair pulled back into a severe, unforgiving braid. The breathtaking, untouchable bride was entirely gone, violently replaced by the absolute, lethal Sovereign of the Valerius empire.

With a series of sharp, mechanical clicks, the reinforced chest plates split apart, and I gently lifted the heavy armor off her shoulders, setting the gear onto the dark timber staging bench. Elara turned around in my arms, a slow, beautifully dangerous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as her blue eyes caught the dim twilight. The intense, blinding ring of violet around her pupils had fully receded, but the absolute, unyielding confidence burning behind her ribs remained entirely permanent.

"Dorian... we have to stop it. We have to-" But before she could finish, the creature lunged forward with unnatural speed, and Seraphina barely had time to raise her hands to defend herself. The air around them seemed to crackle with power as Xeroth's form solidified into something far more terrifying a warrior's body, tall and strong, clad in dark armor that shimmered with an otherworldly sheen. The thing's face was hidden behind a helmet, but the aura of pure, unrelenting malice radiated off it like heat from a fire.

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.