Near an abandoned shrine half-buried in moss, Oliver uncovered something extraordinary.
Hidden beneath the stone floor rested a chest lined with golden feathers.
Inside it was a suit of armor glowing with warm orange light.
Oliver lifted it carefully.
The metal was light, flexible, and warm like sunlight.
Embedded within it were actual phoenix feathers.
Phoenix Battlemail.
Once worn, the armor awakened its magic:
• If the wearer died, the armor could revive them once, like a phoenix reborn from ashes.• Wounds slowly healed over time while wearing it.• And during combat, the wearer could become surrounded by protective flames.
Oliver smiled faintly as he slipped it on.
"That'll do."
But Oliver's studies had given him something even more unsettling.
He extended his hand toward a nearby fallen animal skeleton.
A faint spectral glow rose from it.
His ability.
Soul Dominion.
With it, he could command the souls of defeated enemies.
Eventually, building a ghostly army bound to his will.