The solution I came up with? Overwhelming physical strength and speed. Thanks to feeding my suit energy from the Infinity Stone, I've pushed far beyond the initial energy limits of fifty thousand, and I don't seem myself running out anytime soon, either.
The Energy Absorption ability baked into the armor allowed me to absorb most attacks thrown at me. Not that I'd be slow enough to let them land in the first place.
Sentinel II
Abilities
Devourer's Physique
Grants the baseline physicality of a Juvenile Devourer.
+450 to all physical stats.
Evolving Armor
Adapts and evolves based on damage sustained and energy absorbed. Manifests new abilities and enhances existing ones over time.
Energy Absorption
Partially absorbs all physical and energy-based attacks that impact the armor.
Current absorption rate: 76%.
Regeneration
Accelerates recovery of anything connected to the armor using absorbed energy.
Energy Well
Converts and stores absorbed energy as both Demonic and Angelic Energy, ready to be released as attacks or to fuel the armor's evolution.
Reservoir: 79,890 AE / 78,670 DE.
Armor Manipulation
Allows the manipulation of the armor's shape and limits to include weapons and armor pieces outside Sentinel's set. Prevents the loss of abilities and enchantments when other pieces are in use.
Array
Ancient Enhancement
Ancient Aegis of Protection
Ancient Nether Fire
Ancient Energy Storage
Ancient Gravity
Ancient Density
Stealth
Preservation
Yeah. It had been a productive few days.
I summoned Rebellion and set off, racing across the landscape at a blistering pace, pushing off telekinetic footholds with each step. I took off the head of the lead patrolman in the first group I ran into, spun mid-air, kicked off a tree bough, and swung wide — taking the heads of two of the four riders.
I blurred through the rest of the patrol, cutting them down in a flurry of strikes before taking off again. I systematically tore through the rest of the patrols in minutes. My assault continued uncontested until the earth shook and spat up PaleFyre.
The leader of the PaleFyre clan lunged at me, tearing through hundreds of yards of trees in the blink of an eye. His claws were coated in constructs made from PaleFyre. He was a massive Dragonoid — twelve feet tall, limbs like tree trunks, and sclera as black as ink.
I activated my Ancient Enhancement array, boosting my physical stats by five hundred points. I switched to my Double spear, parrying his downward swipe. Kessith twisted mid-air, whipping his spiked tail toward me. I spun and lashed out with a blade coated in telekinetic force, batting the attack away before flinging a triple-amplified Psychic Spike toward his head.
A cloak of shimmering PaleFyre swept up his body just before impact, negating the strike. He countered with a beam of pure PaleFyre from his throat, punching into the air where I formerly hovered like a beacon that lit the sky for miles. I appeared behind him, reaching out — the plan was to grab his shoulder and take this fight to space.
Unfortunately, the Kree that'd come to visit him had other plans. They moved in a blur, inserting themselves between us.
One was massive with a thick, ropy beard, and he carried a massive hammer on his shoulder.
The other was clean-cut, short-haired, and wielding a tech-heavy longsword and Shield. Their weapons were limned in Palefyre. They struck.
I activated Time Warp at maximum capacity, moving and perceiving time five times faster than everyone else. Twisting through their attacks, I caught all three with my telekinesis, strengthening it with five Amplification and Precision runes. Then I pulled us all through a fold in space, depositing us on the surface of Mars.
Their auras exploded the second they arrived. The Kree gained cloaks of PaleFyre like the clan leader, and Kessith's cloak grew more intricate and lifelike. He formed a PaleFyre glaive and crafted articulate plate armor to match his monstrous frame.
His eyes locked on me, burning with malevolence.
"You've butchered hundreds of my children. We have no quarrel with your kind, Nephilim."
The bearded man's eyes widened. "The Moon Killer's brother?"
I tapped one of the runes on my helmet. The helmet and the rest of my armor sealed shut, air cycling through a contained system I designed with Tony Stark.
"I have a name, you know. It's Dante. Might not've split a moon in half, but I've done plenty." My voice came out hollow and metallic.
The clean-shaven man bowed slightly. "Daven Stravos, son of Lord Kaugnar Stravos the Endless, Prince of the Stravos Empire."
I raised a brow. First, I'd heard of such a planet. Stravos — probably the name of one of the Archdemons that escaped from Limbo years ago.
"Never heard of you."
The bearded man snorted. "Why would you have, bumpkin?"
"None of that, Tanos," Daven said dismissively. "It's hardly his fault he's uncultured."
"Because you're so fucking enlightened?" I shot back. "You buy mutants and experiment on them."
Tanos sneered. "It's what the mutants were designed for. We're due a harvest."
I set my jaw. It was canon, at least in some timelines, that the Kree had tampered with the human genome a few hundred thousand years ago — creating mutants and then abandoning them when they didn't get the results they desired.
His comment suggested that some among the Kree—at least those who intermingled with Demons—were reconsidering their earlier position, given recent developments. I hadn't seen this in Mordo's visions.
"This," I said, pointing at all three, "is why I came after your little clan. Those mutants deserve better. Your deaths won't be swift."
The demon roared, breathing PaleFyre. "I'll burn your flesh and grind your bones to dust!"
Kaugnar tutted. "Hold back your bloodlust. He's far too valuable to just slaughter. Imagine the—"
I teleported in front of him mid-sentence, stabbing out while still cloaked in Time Warp. The tip of my spear hummed with dimension-splitting energy empowered by five Amplification Runes.
His cloak detonated in a conflagration of PaleFyre. It devoured most of the dimensional energy, but the blade still pierced through and stopped inches from his face — halted by an invisible barrier glowing with purple light and intricate pattern. The prince was flung back into a distant mountain.
Tanos roared, swinging his hammer and releasing a wave of PaleFyre. Wall — my trusty tower shield — materialized in front of me, absorbing the impact. I dropped him to his knees by activating a rune on my armor — Gravity Spike — supercharged with five Amplification Runes.
The ground exploded as he plunged beneath the Martian surface, pulverizing stone as he fell.
Wall pivoted just in time to catch Kessith's overhand strike, opening his guard so I could deliver a Dimensional Slash with my double spear. It split his weapon in half and carved through his chestplate.
Black blood spurted, but he recovered fast, belching another PaleFyre torrent. I opened a portal in front of it, redirecting it toward the prince, who was charging back at me at nearly my speed. He looped aside effortlessly, PaleFyre wings flaring.
Hundreds of PaleFyre serpents materialized around him, shrieking as they dove toward me. I drew on my flame array, summoning compressed Nether Fireballs and hurling them with a thought while I ducked under Kessith's strike, vaulted over his follow-up swing. His glaive carved through stone like cardboard. I wrapped my Telekinesis around him again as I landed, focusing five Amplification Runes to keep him contained.
I wanted to split the group further and handle them one at a time, before the fighting really escalated.
Kessith was ready for me this time, though. Fire erupted from every pore, scouring the Martian Surface.
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