Three days later, Michael stood before his newly forged armor, his expression a mix of satisfaction and raw anticipation.
"Now this is how you make a damn entrance," he muttered to himself, eyeing the imposing silhouette of the armor.
Crafted from Shadowforged ingots and the shattered remnants of his old dark ore armor, the suit was a masterpiece of dark, formidable metal that seemed to swallow the light around it. Every plate and joint was meticulously designed to offer supreme protection without sacrificing mobility. The dark ore remnants added an extra layer of toughness.
The chest of the armor featured the pulsating rune of secrecy embedded directly into the metal beneath a menacing skull centerpiece. The rune glowed faintly, its magic creating an aura of obscurity that shielded Michael from prying magical spells and arrays. The eyes of the skull glinted red, a stark contrast against the dark metal, adding an eerie quality to the armor.
