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... in what he’d created. Apprehension at how it might perform. Relief that it was done. More relief that all of his toil seemed to have paid off.
His new armor was a dark, smoky gray, the color of storm clouds. Black marbly streaks crisscrossed its surface like lightning, while the smaller pieces bore faint dark flame-like patterns. Each piece of pseudo-Adamant plating radiated magic power, even disassembled as they were. The breastplate, in particular, almost glowed from the magic it cont ...
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