The strange metal of this primordial armor always carries an unholy chill, even in the noonday sun. The pinnacle of protection, steel armor is a solid wall of defense against any type of attack, but the extreme weight requirements mean that the wearer must sacrifice mobility. This eldritch helm bears markings and script so old no living scholar could decipher them. An awful shape has risen out of the shades of the Past, and none can stand before it.
It is sorcery - grisly black magic from the grim youth of the world.
