In the darkness and cold that enveloped Aedhira, he felt a strange sensation, as if he were being transported or altered in some profound way. The throbbing headache that had momentarily plagued him had been replaced by a sense of disorientation, like a sudden shift in reality.
When the darkness began to recede, he found himself in a different place entirely. The cold metal floor had been replaced by a soft, almost velvety surface beneath him. The air was cool, yet gentle, carrying a faint scent of something akin to ancient parchment and a touch of magic.
As he gradually adjusted to his new surroundings, he realized that he was no longer within the armory. Instead, he stood in what appeared to be a spacious chamber with a ceiling lost in the shadows. Ethereal lights floated around him, casting a soft, soothing glow upon the environment.
Aedhira's alabaster skin retained its newfound luster, though it now felt softer and more natural, as if his very essence had undergone a transformation. An exaggeration for sure, but then again, he was only a day old.
His senses were heightened, his body felt more organic, and the silver veins beneath his skin, once prominent, had faded into obscurity, leaving him with a less overtly artificial appearance.
The voice of Argos resonated within his mind, though it carried a different tone now, one that hinted at something significant having occurred.
[Young Sire, you have undergone a massive calibration process, and the [Armaspace] has been ignited.]
"..........urgh"
There was no other response from the writhing body on the floor.
He'd decided on this day, he didn't really like headaches very much.
After several minutes of coming to terms with 'PAIN', and that 'PAIN' hurt very much, he'd finally decided to pay attention to Argos, who'd been repeating the same phrase for....however long of a time he'd spent on the floor.
[Young Sire, you have undergone a massive calibration process, and the [Armaspace] has been ignited.]
"Yeah, I got it, you can stop now"
[Affirmative]
Aedhira was intrigued by the cryptic message. What was this "Armaspace," and what did the calibration signify? It was clear that his existence was intricately tied to the grand design of his creator, but the purpose and extent of these changes remained shrouded in mystery.
He sat up, and looked back up, where he found the black metal figure, standing with its arms crossed in front of him. Seemingly staring him down. It was hard to tell since its face was a large visor.
Only, it wasn't so black anymore.