Logan opened his eyes. The tiredness that had previously enveloped him had faded away. It was not clear from the inside of the room the outside conditions. But Logan clearly felt that he had been asleep long enough.
'I hope Fokil isn't mad that I fell asleep at his place.'
"Sorry, Mr. Fokil, I overslept."
"Well, it's okay."
Logan looked through the gap in the window, and from there, he saw that the sunlight was no longer visible. Looks like it was getting late.
"Come on, kid. Come have a look."
Logan walked with his body armor, approaching Fokil. And he saw a set of armor that stood as tall as his body. A full armor from head to toe. Armor with brown leather clothes and a thick layer of dark silver metal covered several important body parts. On his shoulders, elbows, and arms were small knives sticking out. And also a pair of horns sticking out from the back of the head pointing forward. There is a reddish glow that glows like magma in the belly.
