The blood from the massive explosion ricocheted against the sanctuary's solid membrane, bouncing sporadically. The bulk of it converged at the translucent dome's height and fell in a cloudburst, pattering against the throne room's inlaid stone flooring.
Amid that deluge was a figure clad in gory crimson armor straight out of a nightmarish tale. A gradient of black shades gave the exquisite armor an ominous feel.
Kieran had only caught a glimpse of Scar using the blood armor.
It was speculation, but a deep part of his instincts told him Scar's current utilization of that blood armor far exceeded Cardinal Weiss' simplistic application. There were likely more aspects of power embedded in that armor. It felt like the armor's purpose was not just to defend — other effects slumbered beneath the surface.
If Kieran had to attribute that sensation to something… it would be Agrianos.
