But well, seemed like he wasn't on good terms with any of them, as no miracle happened.
It was a slow, agonizing grind.
Sol could literally feel the armor giving way. The tough fibers woven into the leather were snapping one by one under the sheer, desperate weight of the monster. They whined like overstressed metal, popping and fraying as the spike dug deeper into the padding.
"Die," Sol spat. Hot, foamy blood bubbled past his teeth, spilling down his chin and dripping onto his gauntlets. He pushed down on the hilt with everything he had. "Just fucking die!"
But the spike kept coming.
The tectonic hum of his armor… that comforting, heavy vibration that made him feel like an untouchable juggernaut… finally hit its absolute breaking point. It stuttered, whined one last time, and died completely.
Finally his strongest defense was gone.
The sharp, serrated tip of the chitin spike broke through the inner lining.
And hit his skin.
