The next day arrived.
It was finally time for the exploration of the Sirens' Swamp. A dense silence filtered through the gathered heirs; however, the moment Adam stepped into the takeoff area, murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Oh my stars… who is that?"
"Was he here when we arrived? I'm sure I wouldn't have missed him."
"I think I saw him earlier, but I thought he was just a worker."
"Well, you thought wrong, there's no way in hell a mere worker could afford a Type-2 armament."
Adam walked forward, Battle ready fully equipped.
The armor clung to him naturally, as if it had been made with his body in mind.
A Type-2, Tier-1 armament. Not ostentatious, but unmistakably refined. Deep-brown leathers formed the base, flexible yet reinforced, accented by asymmetrical bronze pauldrons and splinted vambraces.
The metal carried a faint greenish patina, echoing the mossy tones of the heavy linen tunic beneath.
