1347 The Second Half.

On top of the scales are the divine Stigmatas. They formed tattoos that have been etched deep into his existence. He has no face or eyes. His head just like the rest of his body is sealed tight within the armor so he looks like a knight wearing heavy armor. 

The armor is truly heavy. It is made from crystalized graviton so it is very heavy. But he feels so powerful that he can't sense that heaviness. 

"It seems I have lost my flexibility. I can't revert to my normal physique anymore." He commented. 

Legion-7 informed him, "That is the price to pay for fusing with order."

"It will be worth it."

"The good news is that you won't die even if you fail. The bad news is that you will remain like this forever."

"Still worth it."

"I hope so. And I hope you have a solution for the stubbornness of order."