Soterien stood atop a hilltop, surveying the landscape before him. A small village spread out in a large clearing, surrounded by forest on all sides. He glanced down at his arms and scowled, knowing he could not hope to disguise them. They appeared to be covered in a sort of black metal, yet they moved as easily as any normal humans’- perhaps even more so. A network of faintly glowing red lines stretched across the metal. His fingers could be confused with claws, and strange protrusions extended from various points. On his left arm, these effects extended to the elbow; on his right, they covered his shoulder. They could do amazing things, he knew, some more terrifying than miraculous. He shrugged in resignation. There was nothing he could do about them, and hopefully the villagers would ha