It moved like sentient mercury. Mysterious inscriptions rippled along its surface, warping chaotically.
BOOM!!
A blazing white flame erupted from the liquefied Vylkr armour, bathing it in radiant brilliance.
At that moment, Orion understood: the White Flame was attempting to purify the Vylkr armour and the essence they had both consumed, just as it had tried to do when he had previously attempted to create two Vylkr containers, nearly dying in the process.
Surprisingly, the Vylkr armour resisted.
The Vylkr armour fought back, resisting the purge.
It was sentient enough to know something terrible was about to happen to it.
Orion was taken aback. But still, if the Vylkr armour had truly been forged from the corpse of an Omnithriallian, then it wasn't unexpected that it could resist even the White Flame's purification.
As the intense clash between the two forces reached its peak, Orion felt his consciousness beginning to fade.
"I have to hold on," he gritted his teeth.
