The autonomous armor flipped itself around with the flame propulsors on his boots, opening compartments on the palm of the sleek steel just as Hyun flew towards him. By now, he completely trusted himself to the armor that fought for him, witnessing it unleash a massive blast of bright-red energy straight towards his opponent.
The heat wasn't anything like fire, and nothing akin to elemental magic he was aware of; it felt more like plasma–a concept that he felt shouldn't be attainable within the medieval world of Fantasia.
'It feels like this armor is…futuristic? Even so, it feels ancient, yet it's far beyond the technology of this world,' he thought.
In the advent of the enormous beams of plasma, a massive mouth of darkness manifested, swallowing the energy up before shrinking down and disappearing, taking the energy with it.
["Dark Dining"]
