With a soft sound, the helt slid over his head, the leather padding compressing around his temples, his jaw, and then the back of his skull.
For a mont, there was silence as the world went dark, then his eyes aligned with the slit, and his surroundings resolved before him in a narrow band of vision.
It was strange, this limited sight. But Elias does not need to see with his eyes alone. His Perception (207) and the Sight Awakening trait an he can feel the space around him, sense the weight of the armor, the position of his limbs, the presence of the Ember Orbs scattered across the room, and the distant murmur of the Asylum’s inhabitants.
The helt’s weight settled onto his shoulders, adding to the burden of the pauldrons and cuirass. He tilts his head experintally, amazed that the movent was smooth, and the helt balanced well. The leather straps at his chin click into place, and he tightens them with a tug.
Elias was fully encased now, head to toe in steel and Profound Iron, and he had not really had the ti to appreciate these changes when he felt sothing inside and around him shift the mont he tightened the helt shut, and the growing heat from the Art of Stone that it was sending throughout his body vanished.
The world outside suddenly beca distant, not in a bad way, but in a way that focuses everything inward. Elias’s breathing echoed in the enclosed space, and his heartbeat...
’Boom.... Boom.... Boom...’
...amplified by the tal, sounded like a wardrum.
But that was just the first layer of what he was now experiencing; more than that, he can feel the Art of Stone more clearly now.
His other two Lumina Vein Art and Scripture could be felt every ti within him, as Elias could feel all the blood running through his body, and he could also sense the Cannibal leader being digested inside the Internal Void Pockets of his Paradox Vessel, it was only the Art of Stone that had remained silent, and if he did not have the core of the Art inside him, he would think that it did not exist.
Now with this armor on, he discovered the prir that unlocked this art, as it was not just for his protection, no, this armor was a conduit, in the sa way that blood was a conduit for his Crimson Vein Dominion Art.
The Stone Skin ability, which requires him to be armored, now had a direct line to every inch of his body. Elias could feel that the tal against his skin, the weight of it across his fra, and the enclosure of his head, all of it grounded him in the Art’s core concept, which was Endure.
Endurance was a word that hardly needed definition, and as Elias stood in his room, faceless and silent, like a warrior of steel and darkness, he began to understand why this Art had resonated with him so deeply.
And it was this stillness, this patience, this willingness to bear weight, this is who he has always been.
Elias has spent his entire life enduring. The Passenger’s screams for death and slaughter, the decay of his own flesh, the hunger that never fully sleeps, the weight of secrets.... The endless, grinding need to survive one more day, one more hour, one more breath.
It all took a toll, but he held on. Elias knows what endurance ans.
He focuses on that knowledge. On the mory of every mont, he refused to break, and the cold clarity of his Will (258) that has held him together through death itself. Elias growled softly as he pushed that understanding into the armor surrounding him.
For a long mont, nothing happens. Then... the armor changed.
It begins as a vibration, so faint that Elias might have missed it if not for his heightened Perception; sothing told him that this vibration had always surrounded him since he acquired the Art of Stone, and he had never heard it until this mont.
The sound was like a low hum that seed to co from the tal itself, from the Profound Iron veins tracing through the steel. Elias almost chuckled because the vibration was not unpleasant; it tingled, like the armor waking up and rembering what it was made for.
"CRACK!"
The ground under Elias’s armored feet had fine lines of cracks running through it as the hum around him deepened to the extent that it began to affect his surroundings. If he grabbed soone at this mont, the vibration would have begun slowly crushing their bones. It was almost as if the earth itself was beginning to wake.
"What sort of Heavenly Art is this?" Elias questioned himself with astonishnt in his heart, not fully activated, and he was feeling as if a volcano was about to erupt underneath his skin.
The tal of his armor began to grow warm, but it did not beco hot; instead, the tal was alive with a gentle heat that seeps through the gambeson and into his skin.
It felt like the warmth of stone that has sat in the sun for a thousand years, absorbing light and heat and patience. This thought had just entered his head when the color of his armor shifted.
The dark, burnished steel begins to lighten, and even when Elias thought it was turning towards silver, it was not as the color turned grey that was as deep as freshly broken granite. The Profound Iron veins darkened to black, standing out against the pale stone like cracks in a cliff face. The transformation spreads from his chest outward, flowing across the pauldrons, down his arms, over the cuisses and greaves, until every inch of the armor shares the sa stone-like hue.
Elias looks down at his gauntleted hands in quiet awe. They were no longer tal; now they had transford into rock—living rock that still moves, still flexes, and still obeys his will.
The articulated joints of his gauntlets still clicked softly, but the sound was different; now it was the grinding of stone on stone rather than the clink of steel.
Elias raised one hand to his face, touching the helt’s cheek. The tal there has transford as well. With his heart beating fast, he walked to his mirror to look at his reflection, and he saw a figure carved from mountain stone, featureless and ancient.
He did not seem to be an armored warrior, but a carved stone brought to life.
"So, this is my skin of stone."
This change was not rely visual. Elias can feel the change in his bones. The Stone Skin ability does not just coat him in armored stone; it has beco him. For the duration of its activation, his flesh and the armor are one. A blade that strikes him will et not steel over skin, but stone that is skin, skin that is stone.
His Durability (225) was already formidable. Now, with Stone Skin active, any physical attack that lands while he is armored will be reduced by 45% before it even reaches his natural defenses, and that was not even placing the armor itself into the equation.
The math was staggering, a blow that might have cracked his ribs will now barely bruise. A strike that would have drawn blood will leave only a dent in the stone.
But more than the numbers, there is the feeling. Elias feels rooted. His connection to the ground beneath his feet seems to deepen, as though he is no longer just standing on the stone floor of his room but has beco a part of it. He could stand here for a day, a week, a year, and not tire. That is the promise of Endurance...not just survival, but the patience to outlast anything.
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