The eyes of Vlad, Ouroburo, and Fafnir widened in awe as they watched the armor and weapons materialize in midair. Entirely black, their craftsmanship was nothing short of divine, each piece exuding a sense of unparalleled strength and purpose. The armor and weapons were clearly designed for them, perfectly tailored to complement their physiques, combat styles, and abilities.
Since it was evident that the small yellow cat had specifically forged these artifacts for them, the trio wasted no time on ceremonial formalities. With disciplined efficiency, they reached out and channeled their energy into the treasures.
The moment their energy touched the armors, the mystical creations trembled as if acknowledging their rightful owners. Then, as if possessing sentience, the armor pieces flew toward them, assembling on their bodies with perfect precision.
