Not everyone had received Metal Bracers.
In fact, most hadn't.
The majority of these bracers landed before students in the Aether Class, while only a small handful reached students from the Wyrd Class. The pattern was hard to ignore.
Two students, in particular, received full arm-length bracers—polished steel that extended from wrist to elbow, heavier and thicker than the others.
One was Leon and the other was Varnok.
The rest received smaller ones—half-arm bracers, lighter but still demanding.
Ashok glanced down at the ground near his feet.
But there was nothing.
A quiet sigh of relief escaped him in his mind, internally he had already lit a candle of gratitude.
Because he knew exactly what those bracers were made of.
Tricelium.
One of the most abundant metals in the known world… and the Heaviest.
Even heavier than famed materials like Mithril or Adamantine, which were often known for their strength, magical conductivity, or the weapons forged from them.
