Henry Powell's room was brimming with an array of forged weapons.
Besides the weaponry, there were an assortment of unusual equipment, a dazzling array to behold.
What was truly astonishing was that despite Henry Powell's towering stature, the items he crafted were suitable for ordinary folk.
"Those were made for the villagers," Henry Powell remarked, pointing at a row of bows and spears hanging on the wall. "However, I'd suggest they use this."
Ethan followed Henry Powell's gesture and spotted a crossbow machine, with several massive bolts placed alongside it.
Henry Powell, with a gleam in his eye, proclaimed, "This, my friend, is a masterpiece. From a significant distance, it can fell a fierce monster with a single shot. Of course, handling it does require some skill. It's best utilized atop city walls."
It was evident that his words were directed pointedly at Ethan.
