"Ready for round two, Iron Sovereign?" Rex taunted, his voice dripping with hot-blooded confidence.
Wallen's iron armor was slowly crumbling away but instead of a depressed and defeated look on his face, Rex could swear that there was still that maniacal, sadistic smile on his face. He was chuckling quietly and softly.
"Dang! Does he still have some tricks up his sleeves?!" Rex clenched his fists tighter, the Aether gauntlet of energy wrapped both of his hands. This time, it didn't stop there. A dazzling draconic-like helmet materialized around his head, gleaming with radiant energy.
Its design was fierce, horns swept back like a dragon's crest, the visor shaped to resemble a roaring dragon's maw. Energy rippled across its surface, and faint light streams trailed from the edges, giving the impression of living flame.
