Under the watchful gaze of the domain's subjects and visitors, Yan Xing, clad in brand-new armor, walked toward the tent flanked by Eddie and Olaf, who were also attired in new armor.
The friction of the armor plates produced a sonorous metallic clang, and the heavy thud of their footsteps attested to the substantial materials used.
The silver surfaces of the armor gleamed, adorned with exceptionally lavish golden patterns.
Even the red silk ribbons used for decoration fluttered gracefully, despite the complete absence of wind.
Could the Lord's presence be so commanding as to stir the air into disarray?
What shocked Stephen Eden and the mercenaries even more... was that light seemed to emanate from the crevices in the armor.
Could this... could this be magical energy spilling out?
Just what kind of a supremely powerful being was this Lord, and from where did he hail?
