"The blood of your enemies will be the anchor for the power," Fabian declares. He is painting characters that I don't recognize on my armor.
My human eyes see only senseless symbols on my shell, but my sensors tell me that they are not just what they seem. A huge amount of energy is being bound to my armor, to increase its defensive capacities, and give it more power.
"So you think that I am a monarch," I let out.
We are next to the Behemoth, getting ready for the last attack, our last offensive. I'm wearing the Lucifer armor, repaired again, but it's working at 90% of its capacity. We don't have more time to completely restore it. We will attack in a few minutes more.
"All the information that I have points to that," Fabian says. "Finally. We have finished. The shield is ready."
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