Dark Armor 2.0 II

After Gaya ended the call, Michael found himself in a state of relative peace, or at least he savored the momentary calm. As the metal armor pieces and ingots melted, Michael took out the mold for his new armor and unsheathed his dark swords. Using the swords, he carefully carved the metal mold into the shape of his armor according to the schematics.

As the furnace roared and the ingots dissolved into a glowing molten stream, Michael prepared the rest of his equipment, a smirk playing on his lips at the prospect of crafting something new, something deadly. He wiped the sweat from his brow and muttered under his breath.

 "Let's make this fucker unstoppable."