The silver armor rested solemnly before him, accompanied by the blue-edged sword that seemed to cut even light. William observed it in silence, while Anubis frowned, uneasy.
"Where did you get it?" the ancient guardian asked in a grave voice. "That armor… it looks like the one described in ancient texts. The one of the knight who assassinated a Supreme."
William didn't answer immediately. He just lowered his gaze and murmured:
"I found it…"
Then, without further words, he extended his hand, took the sword, and, with determination, made a deep cut in his palm. Blood dripped onto the armor and the blade. Both began to vibrate, as if awakening from a deep sleep. In a blink, they disappeared, violently absorbed into his body.
"What the hell…?!" Anubis muttered, his hand going to the hilt of his sword.
