Brody stared at the figure in front of him, the five meter large, completely armored figure. The 'Incarnation of War', as it was called. Slowly, the Demon-Orc turned around toward Eisen with a wry smile, "Imma guess that you don't know anythin' about this? You're probably the one that made all my armor and weapons in the past, right?"
"You know as much as I know about this, Brody." The old man replied as he looked at the figure and started to think about what exactly it was speaking about. It said that it was Brody's former armor, but that didn't really make sense. It was just rank 7, after all, and Eisen doubted that a piece of armor that he needed while he was around the same strength he was now wouldn't be able to get to the point where it was literally sentient.
