"Such a thing… Why would someone create such an armor?!" Treeda questioned, still trying to take in the strange fight below. "I've never seen anything quite like this."
"Neither have I…" mumbled Warak, completely fixated on Bradok and Bradok alone. "... I want his battle art."
"Don't we all," Zelsh sighed, feeling a tinge of pride in his heart.
"What rank is it?" asked Treeda.
Shrugging, Zelsh answered, "No clue. He's never told me. But, considering it was made as a peak-perennial, I'd assume it's at least peak-perennial grade."
"No. It must be higher." Warak's statement finally got Zelsh flustered. "I'm not saying it's at the level of the gods. But, it's more like a pseudo-king grade than a perennial grade, and that's with Bradok's perennial cultivation. So, once Bradok ascends, of course the battle art will grow."
Treeda nodded but still asked, "What does it do exactly?"
"This–"
"Zelsh, may I?"
