Weaklings

The armor gleamed in a brilliant golden hue, its design reminiscent of a classic knight's attire but elevated in detail. The chestplate bore the intricate image of a dragon, its wings etched to perfection, and the helmet featured sharp, downward-angled horns that added an air of authority.

"It's beautiful," Cassandra murmured, awe-struck. This armor radiated courage and valor, its aura commanding respect. It had the presence of a brave knight who had faced countless battles, unyielding in the face of any foe.

Even Cassian, who had just bonded with a war armor of his own, couldn't help but admit that this one looked far more refined. It was a stark contrast to his ominous and blood-soaked armor, its golden brilliance practically screaming heroism.