The Ether roared and surged, the ancient power of the Seeker of Glory erupted from within Serey. It had been so long since he had exerted himself like this. As the abundant energy filled his body, a distant familiarity arose in Serey's mind.
As if reliving the past, Serey stood once more atop the Royal City, once again facing his father as a traitor.
"It's been a long time."
Serey whispered softly, the silent Alchemy Matrix roared to life, like turning gears, further enhancing the power of the Immortal Armor.
This Immortal Armor had long been on the brink of shattering during the Dawn War, nearly reduced to a heap of scrap metal, just like many people and things during the war, returned to the dust of oblivion.
At that time, Serey didn't hold much attachment to it. He thought the Dawn War would be his last battle, and thus, believed he no longer needed this Immortal Armor. Throughout the long years, Serey had simply forgotten his armor.
