The week blurred by. Zephyrion spent his days watching Lumi, overseeing Tobias' training, and practicing the Titan Armor.
Though he had comprehended the entire art in one night, comprehension and execution were two different things. First, he had to create a seed, use it to form a complete armor, then fuse it with his skeleton, nerves, muscles, and blood— his entire body.
It had proven painfully time-consuming, mostly because he had to wait for his body to naturally assimilate with the armor.
It was only on the sixth day that Zephyrion finally achieved it.
He stood in the middle of his room, encased entirely in armor. It was sleek, glinting, and pale white in color. Memory Metal, as he had decided to call it.
Zephyrion raised a hand, carefully moving his body around. Even with his hypersensitivity, he couldn't differentiate the armor from his body. It was as though he had simply gained another limb.
