The enemy forces had ravaged the castle. Kirimey found himself unable to suppress his rage, and began to tear through the invaders one after the other. Yet it was no conscious decision of his own, for the armour was acting on the fury burning in his heart. It controlled him like a puppet. The armour was not enchanted with the power of the gods, but burdened with a malicious curse.
Art by Ignacio Bazán Lazcano.