"Oh, fuck. You are a spoilsport. Do you have any idea how hard it is to pull this trick on someone with Life Vision? It's literally impossible." The Voidwalker Armor said as it stood up by itself.
"I mean, you could have just died. That or wear my armor instead of taking my blade. I'm very hungry and I can use a snack." Ragnarök flew into the gauntlet just in time for the head of the Void to pop out of the gorget.
Ulma found himself staring at someone with a skin even blacker than his own, with seven white eyes and a wolfish smile so devoid of humanity that it gave him the creeps.
'How the fuck did Verhen survive with no heart? How did he neutralize Nightblood while enduring two tier five Source Magic spells?' The Nightwalker thought.
Yet none of those questions came out of his mouth.
"Why do you look like an Eldritch?"
