Casual Justice, Stolen Spotlight

The prodigy had returned.

Red Rage had returned.

Finally!

An unnatural air blew from his lengthy cape and onto Skullius' face, its moving particles somehow whispering the word 'Justice' half-imperceptibly.

This glorious cape, with its unwrinkled mass, looked like a careful placement of billions of tiny golden grains into a silky sheet, the entirety attached to the now visible pristine white armour of this...hero.

Groves with a golden hue inlaid within them could be spotted on several select points across this blameless white armour in circles as well as swirls, the pauldrons, couters and poleyns of this adornment made into bulged images of golden six different golden beasts.

The helm worn by the heroic Apostle had a complex appearance, with its visor partially hiding the golden light brimming from the face of creature it hid.