The Forgemaster did not turn. His focus was absolute, his ancient, starlit eyes fixed on the armor before him. "The report was… intriguing, Kael," he rumbled, his voice the sound of a mountain clearing its throat.
He finally turned, his gaze, which held the heat of a billion dying Wheels, settling on Noah.
|[Forgemaster Vulcan]|
|Classification: Elder Early Creature|
|Complexity: 2,500 Quadrillion|
|Purity: 2,500 Quadrillion|
HUUM!
The numbers were a quiet, terrible scream in Noah's mind. Vulcan looked at him, at his simple, white-gold wrappings, at the intricate necklace that was the dormant Aegis, and a slow, almost bored, smile spread across his ancient face.
"So," he said, his voice a low, rumbling challenge. "Show me. Tell me of the intricacies of the Living Existential Armor you made."
…!
Before Noah could even respond, Elara, her loyalty overriding her fear, stepped forward.
