At her words, the Early Creatures looked at each other, and then four of them detached from the group and headed deeper into the labyrinth, their expressions grim.
Noah paid them only a passing glance. His gaze was fixed on the glass structure behind the Commander.
Within its transparent walls, held in place by radiant white attachments, were… armors.
Unfinished, skeletal backbones of the very same design as the Justiciar that had annihilated Aeternitas Glacies!
There were dozens of them, displayed like anatomical models in a museum of death!
|[Living Existential Armor – Model J-7 (Justiciar)] - Incomplete.|
|[Living Existential Armor – Model V-3 (Vindicator)] - Incomplete.|
|[Living Existential Armor – Model P-9 (Purifier)] - Incomplete.|
His eyes blazed with a cold, intense light. So, this was where they were made.
The Fold Dweller, Elara, raised her brows, shaking her head as if to scold a curious child.
