Under Roland's watchful gaze, the Armor covering his entire body began a stunning metamorphosis.
The once slightly heavy suit of Armor seemed to come alive as if it had been infused with life.
Faint, rapid clicks echoed from the joints of the plates as the structure visibly self-adjusted and optimized.
The cold, matte surface seemed to have been washed from within by the ethereal blue core Energy, shedding the patina of age. It now gleamed with a deep, dark blue metallic luster as profound as the night sky, within which drifted faint, starlike motes of light identical to those in the Weaver's Heart.
Simultaneously, the Armor's lines grew more fluid, conforming more closely to Roland's frame.
The pauldrons, Arm Armor, and greaves were reshaped, their unnecessary angles smoothed out and replaced with powerful curves.
The entire suit no longer looked cumbersome; instead, it resembled a second skin built for speed and explosive power.
