What the hell were the Fingers of Gluttony?
What was a Seat of Evil?
Roy had to swallow a groan of despair. He couldn't risk revealing his current state to his army, lest their morale follow suit and deflate.
Whatever. We just have to kill a bunch and prevent the worst from descending, right? I think we'll manage.
Worrying too much would only push him into despair, which would be hurtful to his mindset and might affect the upcoming battle negatively.
"All right, everyone — gear up and weapons tight. The enemy is about to strike," Roy warned as he summoned his own fully plated navy blue armor.
The rest followed suit, and immediately the bunch all resembled SWAT agents from Earth or Black Ops — coated in full tactical armor. Except the armor of Earth didn't carry the ethereal sheen of ether, the luminous glow of inscriptions, or the astronomical buffs in damage and defense.
The colossal gates separating them from the outside slowly pulled apart autonomously…
