War Games

"They're called Dorian's fallen," Lord Gastard pointed towards the projection Arthur had conjured.

In it stood a man decked out in a White suit of Armour with streams of green light glowing in the gaps between it.

He had wires and cables sticking from his elbow to back to his head, pumping a strange Green fluid in and out of them.

He had massive shoulder and leg armour, as well as

He wore a griffon helmet and held a sword made of pure light! 'But something is off' Cas thought.

"That Armour.... it's too advanced for anything this realm is capable off," he pointed out, The dwarf.... Dorkus nodded.

"Aye... it has Turrets on it's shoulders and that gauntlet, it shapes light around it to form hard light tech, right?"

The Giant spat, "What does that matter?"

"It matters because you twat, someone is obvious supplying them with tech this world isn't ready for," Jamie the Albino lady spoke, her voice cold as ice.

"Someone in your field, correct?" Lord Gastard sighed.

"Perhaps.... when so the
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