Approximately three hours later, the shadowy and sinister outlines of a city loomed in the distance. The officer leading the procession abruptly ceased his chanting and halted. Clad in his distinctive armor, he was easily recognizable.
To be precise, his equipment was a hodgepodge of rudimentary designs, mismatched, and failing to fully cover his body. But Jake, with his experience as a blacksmith and keen eye for quality materials, knew its strength was exceptional. Compared to their tattered rags, it was like night and day.
The helmet, in particular, intrigued him. At first glance, it appeared an ordinary steel helm, but with his heightened senses, Jake felt a mysterious spiritual resonance vibrating from the object. It hinted at something more, something that would not be easily marred or broken.
'Must be some form of enchantment, native to this world,' Jake deduced, recalling that his mission briefing mentioned the term Spirit Enchanter.
