The platinum helm shifted. The gaps between armor segments blazed with light that spoke of delight rather than threat, and the sound that emerged was not mockery.
It was appreciation.
"Glorious! GLORIOUS!"
The words boomed across THE Wastes with weight that made the corrupted proto-matter tremble.
"That actually felt like a true glimmer of Infinity! So what is this? Even though you are of a lower Scale of Existence, because you carry the force of Infinity, you can bypass unsurpassable weavings?!"
The armored titan's helm tilted.
"I do not accept it! Let me see more!"
BOOM!
An apocalyptic burst of terrifying Depth and brilliance erupted from Beowulf's form.
