The longsword burst into towering golden flames, pointing towards the dark tide spreading above the sea and the menacingly towering army of Titans, as the questioning voice echoed through the sky once more:
"How shalt thou proceed?"
"Merely bow down to receive grace,"
"Merely bend to seek defiance,"
"Form ranks and arrays,"
"To obliterate the horde of beasts, to drive out the dark and guard the light!!"
As the sanctified chanting grew louder and more solemn, bright white streams of light surged out from the metallic armor, under the luminescence of the silvery-white metal core, sprouting lion and bull heads; some with disproportionately large heads and limbs; or with extra eyes, arms, and wings, the style gradually becoming twisted and bizarre.
This aesthetic, how come it feels more like the antagonist than the opposition?
