Noah stared at the fortress ahead—a black monolith that had to be thirty stories tall, carved from what looked like volcanic glass. The surface seemed to swallow light, making it hard to judge distances or see details clearly. Every window was a narrow slit, like dead eyes staring out at them.
[Knight Grace - Equipped]
Pieces of sleek black armor materialized around his body, each section locking into place with mechanical clicks. The chest plate molded to his torso like liquid metal, shoulder guards settled with satisfying weight, gauntlets flexed perfectly with his fingers. The whole set hummed with contained void energy.
[Excaliburn - Summoned]
The blade formed in his grip—three feet of black steel that crackled with purple void energy along its edges. The weapon felt alive in his hands, eager for combat.
Lucy's hands sparked with electricity, white-hot arcs jumping between her fingers. "He's in there."
