And Eugen felt it.
Not pain, but dissolution. As if the armor was forgetting what it was. The enchantment on the pauldrons creaked, golden metal losing temperature, consecration beginning to undo layer by layer.
"If I get any closer... the armor stops existing."
"Then me."
He took a step back.
The sphere stopped.
They stayed like that, man and mist, separated by ten meters of charged air, like two predators measuring distance.
"Smart. It knows I'm evaluating it."
Eugen looked at the helmet in his hand. It had come off by itself when the mist got close, consecration failing first on the peripheral pieces.
He threw it away.
He opened his inventory, took out a potion, and drank it without ceremony. Then another.
"Advanced revitalization. I'm going to need a lot of these."
He took out the first scroll.
He tore it.
His aura changed, imperceptible to the common eye, but the air around him became slightly denser, elemental affinity increasing.
•-•-•⟮ Scroll: Amplifier ⟯•-•-•
