Holy light flowed across the surface of the Iron Man Suit. The unique Magic Power of the Left Hand of the Divine Throne invaded it, transforming Mark 50 from a nanotech armor into a magical armor.
In appearance, it resembled the modified Deathstroke Armor, except it lacked the eight bladed back plates.
"This, this really is..."
Tony raised his hands. His faceplate became transparent, giving him an incomparably clear view. The system interface had transformed into a retinal projection that he controlled with his will. Without going through Jarvis, he could command the armor as he pleased.
It felt great. Most astonishingly, despite wearing the armor, he could not feel the slightest weight on his body.
Tony was immensely satisfied. This was the armor of his dreams. He had wanted to offer a few compliments, but changed his words at the last second. "Sorcerer Supreme, your magic is amazing, but could you change the color? White doesn't suit me. It's too restrictive, like I'm attending a wedding."
"Indeed. Given your flamboyant personality, solemn white is somewhat inappropriate."
Russell nodded. The gaudy red-and-gold color scheme suited Tony Stark better. White Iron Armor on him made it seem as though it was a half-finished product that had yet to be painted.
"Huh? The Sorcerer Supreme knows me too?"
Tony was surprised, and a little proud. So he was already this famous.
"You are indeed famous, but I only just learned about you..."
Russell tapped his temple and sent a telepathic message into Tony's mind. "As for your thoughts and memories, all I can say is that your nightlife is quite colorful. But you should take care of your health. Your kidneys... heh heh."
Tony: "..."
Watching Russell soar straight into the sky, he swallowed hard. "I hate sorcerers. They have no manners...