"What? How did you know that?" Northern's voice quavered.
He received no response. Instead, Koll's image split through the air, catching Northern entirely off guard.
There wasn't even time for the Void Force of Limitless Void to manifest. Before he realized what was happening, one of Koll's spears scraped along the torso of the Night Terror armor.
Northern staggered back. As usual, Night Terror armor to the rescue.
However...
Northern's face blanched as he glanced down at the area the spear had just grazed.
A large scratch marred that section, as if the armor was being torn, yet the gash wasn't deep enough to penetrate it.
Northern gritted his teeth.
This marked the first time an attack had left a blemish on his supposedly indestructible armor.
That single mark ignited a fierce anger within him. He felt the armor's smoothness and beauty had been tarnished by that solitary dent.
Koll wasn't about to wait around for Northern to lament a single injury to his armor.
