The windless clearing was exceptionally quiet.
The majestic ostrich feather stood erect atop the Spear Warrior's helmet, adorning the gold ornaments.
The fully covered silver armor shone brightly, with edges that seemed to be trimmed with genuine gold. A dark crimson battle robe draped over the right shoulder, while the big ring shoulder armor that covered from the left shoulder to the chest bore a round, empty-hearted flame pattern.
The long spear held by the warrior was entirely metallic. Instead of the common axe shape, its blade was a single-edged knife. The shining blade was carved with complex patterns, and its spine extended into a spike, as exquisite as a piece of art.
This luxuriously extravagant set of armor and weapon, in style, was very different from the Armor of the Felu people, Urians, or even Atiyas people that Leon had seen so far.
"This honorable sir? Are you a living person?"
