And he saw a vision of armor. The armor was not his own skin; it was stronger
than plasteel. Nothing penetrated his armor -- not knife or poison or sand, not
the dust of the desert or its desiccating heat. In his right hand he carried the
power to make the Coriolis storm, to shake the earth and erode it into nothing.
His eyes were fixed upon the Golden Path and in his left hand he carried the
scepter of absolute mastery. And beyond the Golden Path, his eyes looked into
eternity which he knew to be the food of his soul and of his everlasting flesh.