The Avatar of the God of War moved with elegant poise, its perfectly proportioned body striking a balance between strength and beauty. The Eldar had fashioned it in the image of their ideal god, and this burning Colossus acted under the God of War's will.
Its body was still mainly made of Wraithbone, the Eldar's all-purpose building material. Su Ming had collected quite a lot of it, intending to see whether he could crack its secrets and replicate it after returning to Marvel.
The Adjutant had quite a backlog of research tasks. Should he find a way to upgrade her again?
Perhaps he could have Mordenkainen and the liches see if magic could help? Something like a wish spell.
The path of combining technology and magic was inevitable. Having Mages like Kaecilius learn technology was one aspect, but they also had to try getting those on the scientific side to understand the Mystic Side.
Cloak clung to the Avatar's face, scrubbing and sucking up the flame-like energy with all the force of a rag. It could grow, shrink, and alter its shape. At a glance, Su Ming suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Strangle, when did you show Cloak the image of a Facehugger from my memories?"
Indeed, with Magic Charm Cloak spreading itself wide and clawing at the Avatar's crown, it looked just like the Facehugger from Alien.
"Eek."
Strangle said it had not. Communicating with Cloak was easy enough—it only needed to extend a tiny tendril and play charades on Cloak's surface—but it had never spread its host's memories.
"Then it figured it out on its own. Did I make it cover too many enemies' heads in the past?" Cloak had, as always, covered the enemy's face, and Su Ming took the opportunity to snap the Avatar's