"Ah!" Julian shrieked in fear, leaping back and drawing his sword with a clink.
"Whoa!" Ange also jumped backward, summoning the Scythe of Death.
The Bone Horse suddenly brightened its eyes: "The Scythe of Death?! Is this a Golden Skeleton? Hold still, let me handle this!"
After the Bone Horse spoke, it stomped the ground vigorously. A flame of energy emerged from its body and quickly enveloped its skeleton in armorization. In a blink, the skeletal Bone Horse transformed into a tall and robust 'muscular' Soul Warhorse.
The Bone Horse's Soul Armor had a fascinating feature - it would mold based on the shape of the being it protected. If it weren't for the flaming eyeholes, one might have trouble telling that it was an undead horse.
Ange tilted his head, removed his hat and the Little Sapling, followed by a surge of Soul Flame on his body. This quickly led to the formation of a Soul Armor in the shape of a straw hat and a cloak.