As the first Spirit Fire condensed within him, Grey felt a tremor of anticipation, or perhaps it was dread. He barely drew a breath before an unseen force slammed into his body. The impact was sudden, violent, an eruption of energy that rattled his very bones. His eyes snapped open in shock, and for the first time, he saw it: purple light.
Thin, shimmering threads of violet radiance slithered across him like living tendrils, weaving under his skin, across his clothes, twisting and curling as if alive. They moved with a rhythm that defied understanding, responding to something he could neither see nor hear.
Grey could do nothing but watch as the threads wrapped around him, coiling tighter and tighter, folding into lines… plates… contours. Slowly, painfully, they formed into something impossible, something not entirely of this world.
Battle Armor.
The armor shimmered faintly, incomplete, still taking shape, but already emanating a cold, alien brilliance.
