Silver City.
Croliya carefully wiped the massive back of the towering figure before her.
Huge radiation injuries crisscrossed this broad back, and even the skin itself emitted a ghastly pale fluorescence.
When the soft pure cotton handkerchief, soaked with precious clear water, passed over it,
the water hadn't even time to flow down before it was greedily absorbed by the skin.
Croliya could even feel the surging power contained beneath this skin.
Once she had finally finished wiping, the silent servant picked up the extremely exaggerated armor, shaped like an upturned scorpion, and carefully attached it to the back.
Click.
With a crisp sound,
the armor seemed to lock into place, firmly installed upon it.
Croliya lifted the scorpion's tail that extended from the backplate, then gently fastened it to the man's face.
