As the armor appeared, encased in a protective thick glass that seemed filled with glitter, it was shining in such a magnificent way that Leon's breath caught in his throat.
Inside the crystalline casing was the armor itself—and it mesmerized him with just how majestic it looked. Deep crimson scales overlapped in perfect harmony, each one edged with veins of molten gold that pulsed with inner light. The chest plate bore the emblem of a roaring dragon, its eyes seemingly alive with ancient fire. Gauntlets curved like claws, greaves shaped like powerful draconic legs, and a helm with swept-back horns completed the set.
This is... beyond anything I imagined.
The monster had by now realized that, for some reason, it couldn't touch the human in this new place. However, as the armor appeared from the strange glitch in reality—just like the other skills and techniques before, which the human had stored inside his storage—its instincts screamed at it.
