"You seem... quite pleased." Trazyn keenly caught that fleeting look of... "astonishment" on Horus's face.
"It's acceptable," Horus replied coldly, doing his best to maintain his Warmaster persona. "At least it's... a little more tasteful than I imagined."
"Oh! To receive such praise from you is my greatest honor!" Trazyn bowed excitedly.
Then he changed the subject.
"However, before you and our esteemed 'little Phoenix' move in, there is one small... finishing touch."
Trazyn waved his staff.
On one side of the exhibition hall, a platform made of pure white energy slowly rose.
A set of equipment lay quietly displayed upon it.
A suit of pitch-black Terminator Armour, edged with brass trim and brimming with menace and imposing power.
Alongside it lay a Power Claw so absurdly huge it looked capable of crushing stars, and an intricately fashioned, long-handled Power Hammer with a sinister beauty.
Worldbreaker.
The Talon of Horus.
Full-scale replicas of... the original Horus's equipment.
Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! At that moment, Liu Zhipeng was no longer making snarky remarks inside his head. As a military geek and Warhammer fan, he was letting out the purest cry of amazement from the depths of his soul.
Bandai would be speechless! GW would weep! These are fucking perfect cosplay props! No! These are fucking real!!
He could feel the unnerving pulses of energy radiating from the armour and weapons. These were no models. They were... genuine War Machines, powerful enough to destroy worlds.
"A perfect work of art naturally requires the perfect adornments." Trazyn's voice was like a devil's whisper. "Though your current form possesses a raw beauty, I believe you will only truly be complete when you put on this... 'skin' that belongs to you."
"Come, Horus." Trazyn's voice brimmed with temptation. "Put it on. Become... what