"I apologize for forgetting about you, Shadowmire," he whispered . The once chaotic battleground had transformed into a tranquil place, erasing all traces of the earlier conflict.
Funny enough, the situation had arisen from Shadowmire's discontent. It seemed that the Divine Armament had thrown a tantrum due to feeling forgotten.
In fact, it wasn't his fault. He had come to realize that certain fragments of Fenrir's memories remained inaccessible to him. He theorized that this might have been a result of the peculiar energy that had disrupted Fenrir's regenerative abilities.
After fixing the misunderstanding, only Vincent and Shadowmire remained. The creature had transformed into a midnight-dark cloak that enshrouded him.
The cloak then took on the appearance of a jacket, with a dark metallic plate adorning its chest area, while its sleeves and cloak were fashioned from soft silk.
[No problem..]