There we were. Hovering in the air. We were absolute polar opposites. We know that we just met each other. But something inside us felt like we hated each other.
Rivals. For eternity.
He looked at his armor. Zeraph then said, "What happened... This isn't my usual armor...? It evolved?" He then looked at me. "Is this... Your doing?"
"I don't know." I responded. "My armor that I usually wear also changed. It evolved according to the system."
He hesitated for a moment. "What's the name of your former armor?"
"Armor of the Bloodfallen."
"...!"
"What's yours?"
"Armor of the Risen."
When he said his previous skill name for his armor, we both knew this meeting was something fate prepared.
This situation has been written in thousands of stories. A demon and an angel. To battle for eternity.
