After Valorix absorbed Michael's words, a desperate resolve took hold of him. He realized this might be his last chance to save his physical form from the inevitable wrath of the newly ruthless God of Darkness. With a defiant shout that echoed through the darkened hall, "You think you've won? Watch this!"
Summoning every ounce of his divine power, Valorix called forth every bit of treasure he had pilfered over the eons. In a dazzling display of light and magic, various items began to equip themselves over his already gleaming golden armor. A spear materialized in his other hand, gleaming with an ominous energy, while a mechanical hand attached itself to his back, its fingertips sparking with the promise of fiery destruction. Around his neck, several talismans appeared, each engraved with runes pulsating with ancient power.
