Silence.
Silence filled the entirety of Tristan's body as he read through the description of the item Valyr had given him, being a metal glove that had the Sand Serpent Fangs as protrusions on its knuckles. Under the rays of the sun, the metal glove had a faint orange-red sheen to it, mostly due to the Blazefield Stone embedded in the center.
Nevertheless, even though the metal glove was aesthetically pleasing to look at, Tristan's attention still remained fixated on the screen filled with text before him, his expression wide-eyed as it took a while for his expression to return to normal.
"Rare+…" Tristan muttered in shock as he closed the small screen in front of his field of vision, shifting his gaze onto the young man that had just forged the metal glove he was holding. "You… you really made this…"
