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“The temperature is unforgiving. Hopefully your armour will accommodate to this planet,” the swordsman remarks, gaze unleaving the battlefield woven in thin snow in front of them. Curtains of snow blew to and fro, blinding at points and making the Keeper wish he had sleeves for his armour.

At least he thought to reinstall his visor for his helmet. The weather on Bliss would literally bite at his face, making him paler than he’d want for his Sustained visage. It simply wasn’t pleasant.

He had awaited the day where Ghalt would send Rathteu off with the new monster of a recruit; he was still a suit of mysteries, both literal and not. Still a hard shell to crack behind Nova’s robotic figure, for sure. Another thing that drove his excitement was curiosity. Of course, he was referring to how the giant man would fare in combat; he dared not test that himself. Something told him there was much more to behold than what he sees. A good pinata for this experiment would be, of course, the Varelsi.