[Bonus chapter thanks to Ricky_D_Reader. I'll be contact Oda to inform him that you're infringing on his copyright. We'll see if you can afford to torture me after that]
Sylas squinted as the sun threatened to blind him. He looked up a set of polished steps. They looked as simple as could be, greyed with a brushed finish. But Sylas could tell that they were probably formed of the most expensive ores he had ever laid eyes on… for a set of stairs.
Sylas had built several fast-flying vessels until now, and yet not a single one of them used a material like this on even their strongest sections, let alone on what was ultimately decor.
It was no wonder his stomp did nothing at all.
Inwardly, Sylas made a mental note to spend more time studying materials. He didn't have a desire to become a blacksmith or something of the sort, but he felt that having a stronger understanding of materials might help him to comprehend the worlds around him faster.
