Hundreds of leather armors floated silently in midair—sleeves outstretched as if worn by ghosts. But that wasn't all. Spears, swords, daggers, and bows shimmered beside them, suspended like offerings from a god.
The air shimmered faintly around the suspended armors. A soft, magnetic hum echoed in their ears, barely audible yet impossible to ignore. Light reflected off the dull blades like moonlight on still water. The crowd stood frozen—awed, breathless—as if afraid one wrong move would make the gifts vanish.
Leon still hadn't found good items that could be used in here to advance the development of his world. For the time being, when they had nothing to do, they should at least train.
And it was part of his plan, as he wanted most of the people in his world to be awakened.
The ones whom he thought were ready, he was going to send to the Class Awakening Dungeon so they could awaken their class.
