Auren stared down at the armor Devourer had spat out after consuming the shard he received from slaying the Polypheme.
The helm dissolved like midnight mist, darkness seeping into the tiny pores of his skin.
His crimson eyes widened with undisguised delight. Auren was ecstatic. Truly!
The armor was magnificent. It retained all the abilities of the original and seemed even more impressive. The previous silver armor had made him stand out, but this one would turn heads too.
Albeit, in a darker, more ominous fashion.
He ran his fingers through his hair, tilting his chin upward with a satisfied grin.
Strutting into the bathroom, he posed before the cracked mirror. He thrust his fingers forward like a triumphant hero who'd just saved the day.
'You fuck-rotted mongrel, why do you look so damn good?!'
He cupped his chin thoughtfully, raising a brow.
'Because I can, cockfucker.'
Then he planted his hands on his waist, standing tall like a monument to courage itself.
