Min Ning raised her head and saw the person referred to as "Prince," their face cold and stern. Wearing heavy armor, the shimmering scales under the dusk carried an aura of desolation and killing intent. Between the plates, red cords were interwoven, layering and overlapping; even the slightest movement echoed with the sound of clashing metals. A dark cloak draped over the armor facilitated the deflection of stray arrows, seamlessly linking the protective gear.
Such scaled armor was far larger and heavier than ordinary gear—so much so that even seasoned veterans of the battlefield might struggle to wear it, yet it fit perfectly on the physique of the man, whose stature stood over eight feet tall.
