There it wasa body, cold and merciless bleeding out on the ground. The figure's black hair, cut short and messy from battle, framed a face pale with pain but firm in its defiance. Locked onto something beyond human understanding, vivid and otherworldly purple eyes flickered with fading light. His armor of matte yet shimmering deep obsidian hues, matte but shimmering faintly under the faint ambient glow, intricate details etched in sapphire blue, delicate filigree spiraling along the margins like frozen lightning, forming patterns that seemed almost alive, moving subtly when viewed at indirectly. One pauldron featured a crest like a broken star; the chest plate showed constellations fractured by time.
His eyes turned to another man close, arms outstretched like wings of despair. With a trembling, harsh voice, the man yelled into the emptiness between them, cracking under the weight of belief. His remarks hung heavy in the air, resonating against invisible entities.