The deep black armor suddenly flared red, with molten lines streaking across the adamantite akin to veins igniting.
The temperature spiked as crimson flames exploded from the armor, twisting in a slow spiral before collapsing inward. The armor melted…
Then lunged.
Right at Quinlan.
It struck his chest like a beast claiming its master, the molten liquid crawling across his body, devouring his clothes in streaks of glowing red before hardening into plates once more.
The process was fast and violent - when it came to his poor clothes, at least - but he didn't resist. In fact, he watched with great interest when he realized that the armor, despite being of such a hostile element, deliberately did not harm him.
It was doing its best to ensure its master was unharmed by its actions. His poor clothes, on the other hand… Were cannibalized.
When the heat faded, Quinlan stood clad in the completed armor, with the crimson lines still pulsing beneath the black surface.
