Just like the Saefel set, that of Arthan was capable of changing size along with its wearer and was comprised of several tons of Davross.
Tyris had crafted it for Valeron, but knowing that one day it would have been passed on to their descendants, she had taken the possibility that they would have chosen their Griffon side in consideration.
The Guardian would have never thought that while her descendants had discarded it, one of their enemies would have found a way to exploit her kindness against them.
"Took you long enough." The Horseman had her helm disappear, revealing her visage.
Her long pitch-black hair whipped around due to the altitude winds while sunlight reflected on her snow-white skin, painting it with gold. Her golden eyes had no pupil, shining with power like stars.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of you waiting for me?" Thrud asked while covering her face with the helm instead, the Armor and Sword of Arthan humming with power.
