Lord Mithral took in deliberate and slow breaths despite not even needing to, the passive action spewing dark fog out of where his mouth should be as he stayed on all fours facing Lord Atlas. He knew Lord Servant within him didn't ne-
Mannick's purple dots widened as he looked up at the bronzed statue of the muscular form of the Lord of the Statues and Baroques. His own heavy frame was shamefully on his hands and knees showing no grace or grandeur in front of a guy that just got assimilated into the reality-shifting frat as a new magic receptacle and Lord.
What the hell was he even thinking right now?! He practically just regarded himself as Lord Mithral and called Manny within him as Lord Servant. No doubt, the magic that this one just infused the surroundings was rapidly being absorbed into himself as he was created for, and with each layer that reality shifted in favor of the frat, he'd end up woven into it completely.
With haste and honor, Mannick got up to his feet and gave a short nod to the newly appointed Lord, before he turned away and marched with heavy steps onto the marble tiles creating the paths in the Statue Gardens. The green walls of leafy hedges had grown taller that even he couldn't see what lay past them.
Mannick focused into the memories that were now inside his head, his human memories a faraway dream faded in the back of his head. He knew he needed to get the hell out of the frat before he succumbed to the alterations and became Lord Mithral completely.
The layout of the ever growing frat lands appeared in his mind, courtesy of the hive mind link with the armor knights all over the place. Within the very leafy walls lie a Hedge Maze to his East, a few ways away of about hundred meters. His memories didn't give much insight into the place, blank and open to be occupied
By the South-East lay a barn where he knew Clyde and Aster to be, the minotaur and the shire horseman manning the building where dairy and farm animals were kept. Mannick had the slightest idea that it would be quite weird to be among feral bulls.
Lord Atlas was to his South, the voluminous bronzed bubble ass of the statue boss gleaming in the moonlight, and further was the frat house where he should return to his post.
Mannick shook his helmed head and focused. He knows he has the map of the house constantly updated at the back of his head, it was something he as the Boss Armor Knight should have and be aware of, and it would be something he took advantage of.
There wasn't much to his South-West but a Training Area to his West, where it was a football field-cum-jousting arena. It's where Armor Knights would joust and slam into each other for the pleasure and resilience training. Lord Mithral grumbled as his feet moved to take a step towards the Training Area.
Mannick halted his steps. Lord Mithral's mindset was cold, calculating, only duty mattered to him that Mannick could notice the difference whenever he shifted.
"Come on... where is the exit gate..." Mannick tried to grit his teeth trying to find where he could just leave the frat compound. It shouldn't be too hard, but the ever expanding frat house is getting insane.
He didn't even feel his armor grow more menacing, sharp spikes and jagged metal forming where smooth mithril was.
THERE
Mannick's head swiveled to the North East, past everything in the growing lands lie a gate he could leave by. One of the only exits unguarded by anything, yet.
Mannick's heavy boots thumped on the marble, marching quickly past the statues looking over to him.
Marble transitioned into grass as Mannick went past the Training Area where he could peer inside. There was a pledge in there, and Lord Mithral almost got out once again as his gauntlets reached to grab his bastard sword. Before he could however, the pledge willingly went to bash the Armor Knights in the field as his shoulder guards changed into pauldrons.
He shook his head as he continued on. His protective protocols didn't activate.
Once he reached the gate, he barreled through the bars as he bashed through. The pleasure reverberated through him as the metal bars clanged against him yet leaving no scratch, no marring on his pristine silver-blue metals as he fell flat onto the tar roads.
Mannick was out!
He forced himself off the road and up onto his legs. He needed to go somewhere far away and drain this magic from him.
Unbeknownst to him, the very location he had fallen onto, the tar roads he bodied...
The congealed pebbles started turning into white marble.