Made to kill

The armor revealed countless scenes to Cassian, each drenched in death and destruction, showcasing the deeds of those who had worn it before him. Cassian couldn't tell if it was a warning, a temptation, or both—an offer to wield the same devastating power. The killings weren't simple or ordinary; they were acts of overwhelming force. The visions displayed cities flattened in an instant, mountain-sized beasts slain effortlessly, and even larger, more unfathomable entities being brought down. These creatures were so massive and otherworldly that Cassian hadn't even considered their existence possible.

The armor wasn't just ancient—it was a relic of death itself, forged to annihilate on an unimaginable scale. And yet, for all its monstrous history, it had chosen him.