"It's... the Armor of Original Sin, I can feel the erosion."
Owes shouted on the bed, that insidious erosion was everywhere.
"Let me out, prepare the Armor of Original Sin for me, I can subdue it."
"Shut up, you'll die if you use that damned thing again!"
Merlin turned his head and shouted.
For a moment, the urgent and restless atmosphere seemed to vanish. Owes sat dumbfounded on the bed, looking at Merlin, seemingly in disbelief.
"What... are you saying?"
"I'm saying you can't use the armor again! Lancelot, you can perfectly control the armor but that doesn't mean the erosion doesn't exist!"
Merlin opened the door and rushed out, as if afraid he would come out, he even carefully sealed the door shut again, leaving him staring incredulously at all this, whether it was the looming danger breaking free or something else, nothing could disturb him.
...
Half an hour ago, in the workshop.
"So you want me to test drive this?"
