Henry's suit was far different from Kieran's own.
The battle suit was built for raw speed.
Forged from black Doperium weave, it clung tightly to the body—lightweight yet durable enough to absorb high-impact strikes.
Thin crimson lines pulsed across the surface, channeling energy from the beast core embedded in its chestplate.
A glove hugged his hands tightly, with an X engraved behind it.
And then, the boots.
The boots were lined with micro-thrusters, allowing for burst movement, quick dashes, and safer landings.
'It seems he's focusing more on speed,' Kieran thought to himself as he carefully observed details of Henry's suit.
Just then, the metallic door slid open and a figure entered the room.
Her steps were hurried, as though she simply just wanted to get something and leave just as quick.
But as she entered the room, her breath hitched seeing the figure in front of her, dressed up in a suit.
