Noah rose from the floor, blood dripping down his chin, eyes burning with fury.
He stretched out his hand, shadows boiling from his skin.
Aegis of Hades.
Dark smoke bled upward, hardening into black armor that spread over his limbs, chest, and head like a living shell.
Intricate lines of darkness shimmered through the matte plating, spikes jutting at the shoulders and forearms.
The armor settled against him like an embrace, boosting his strength, and senses.
He flexed, the plates shifting seamlessly with his movements.
"Now," Noah's voice rumbled, echoing beneath the helmet of shadows, "let's make this interesting."
He thrust out his palm. A pale formation flared, and with it came a suffocating wave of hunger.
Eternal Cradle.
The very air thickened. Othello stiffened, eyes narrowing as the invisible spell swept through him, tearing at his vitality.
His skin grew ashen, his breath stuttering as cracks of decay crawled across his arm.
