At the edge of Tanamar's mana formation, the cool winds swirled about, curious to his call. The flames just-outside, they rose and fell, bowing out of respect.
The ground shook, its crackling roars praising his name. The spirits of water and ice heeded his demands, forming a protective barrier upon his one true love, Athena.
Tanamar raised his hand forward, grasping a mana longbow-- a gift from the heavens, themselves.
He finished speaking that which was forbidden... and the world grew still.
Slowly... deliberately... he created a holy arrow, nocking it in his bow.
"This is my ⌈Oath⌋: Death to the enemies of Sol Invictus."
Loosening his grip, a beam of concentrated light shot forward... bright enough to burn a human's soul into nothingness.
"[Hah! HAHAHAH!!]" Tancred cackled, "[I've already seen that attack a DOZEN times!!!]"
The crimson armor emitted a low, ear-splitting roar, "⌈Dragonscale WAAALLLL!!!!⌋"
