Single Target.
The black armor felt different. For one, it looked rather ancient, lacking the polished form of anything created using modern technology. Its bulky appearance seemed to be carved out of stone, its edges sharp and uneven, spikes jutting out of the shoulder guards and gauntlets.
A single horn decorated the helmet, polished like the blade of an obsidian knife stabbing the night sky, its surface reflecting the light from the forest below.
A long gash made up the single opening of the helmet's visor. Deep inside, two flames burned with an oppressive red color, glaring down at the world that dared to defy their owner.