Rynne stood across the arena, her form almost unrecognizable beneath what looked like a massive, black-and-silver suit of armor.
Rynne stood across the arena, her form encased in what looked like a sleek exosuit. It had the presence of a small mecha.
Matte black plates overlapped with silver edges, and lines of pale blue runes pulsed across each segment like living circuits. Every rune brightened and dimmed in a rhythm that matched a breathing.
Two rune-etched plates hovered at her flanks. They rotated in slow orbits.
Anchored to her back was a staff taller than she was.
Michael watched the system as a whole.
"So this is the Armorer," he said quietly.
In fact, Michael wasn't wrong. The Armorer class really was just like that—but to describe it more accurately, in the supernatural world, one could call them arms dealers.
