The ground shook from the weight of Ashton's armour once he landed, but nobody paid attention to the ground as they were too focused on the armour he wore.
The Precursor battlesuit was the peak of dwarven engineering, a fusion of ancient power and cutting-edge technology. Nothing like those armours was ever created again, and even if Vulcan tried, he knew he would fail to make a battlesuit half as decent as the original one.
Ashton's sudden arrival had left the First Seatholder, Flintmace, Vulcan, and the surrounding guards spellbound. For a moment, they forgot what they were discussing before as Ashton's presence completely overwhelmed them.
Before they knew it, they were surrounded by the guardians created by the Precursors and bound to Ashton by lineage. Just one of them was enough to take on half a dozen S-grade beings.