Rejecting Reverence

The Unlimited Stars and the rest of the Stark Troops had gathered in the First Layer of the Empyrean Hatcher as soon as they had felt the odd, enticing pressure that forced them to look towards the egg-shaped building. All of them had immediately assumed that it had something to do with their master; who else could it have been?

The Stark Troops donned a variation of what had been the signature suit of armour for the Unlimited – armour sets of blue, white and silver. Each was a Mythical Grade item that Skullius had personally crafted and tweaked to suit the needs of the wearer; he understood the weaknesses and strengths of each of his subordinates, after all. Much of his time in the Timemould Mirror Box had been spent making sure each of his subordinates were up to standard.