End of Skyhall War Arc

The shield that sprang forth from the device wasn't the simple, round disc Michael was used to. This… this was something else.

It was still round, still black as midnight, but the edges… the edges were lined with jagged blades, sharp and menacing, like the teeth of a giant saw. The black metal surface was now etched with a network of tiny runes, almost invisible to the naked eye but shimmering with a faint crimson light as they caught the sunlight.

"Holy shit," Michael breathed, his eyes widening in awe. The thing looked like it could cut through steel, let alone flesh and bone.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Don retracted the shield back into the device and held it out towards Michael.

"Try it on, Ghost."