Chapter 1116: War of Establishment XIII
The image of himself in the mirror was one fully healed. His arm was burn-free and covered in fresh skin, and though his fingers remained a little stiff, Leon had regained full mobility in the entire limb.
The healers couldn’t stay long after finishing up with him since there were many more wounded after the latest assault on the valley by the Ocean forces, but Leon made sure to thank them profusely. At some point, he’d have to figure out a good way to reward them for their loyal service.
‘If only everything could be so easily fixed,’ he thought as he flexed his arm and put it through a few stretches. As his hand fell to his hip, he glanced at a table not too far away where his armor lay.
It had been a long time since he’d forged that armor—he’d still been living in Occulara then. The armor had served him well, but with the damage it had taken in his battle with Terris, it was now going to take its place next to the armor he’d worn when he’d still been a knight of the Bull Kingdom. Until he could have a proper vault built, it would lie in a place of honor in his soul realm.
That still left him bereft of proper armor, but he was already considering his options on that front. He wanted a new set made to his newer, higher standards. He wanted it heavily enchanted, incorporating Lumenite, Titanstone, and Aurichalcum. But he primarily wanted to make it from skyforged Adamant. Doing so ought to make it stronger and more compatible with his power.
Unfortunately, doing so would require time and materials that he simply didn’t have. So, he’d have to rely on a spare set from the Tempest Knights until he managed to figure out how to properly replace the armor.
He sighed deeply as he pulled the armor into his soul realm. ‘Some pieces may still be usable,’ he thought. Much of the armor that covered his torso was completely unusable since the enchantments he’d layered into the plates had been broken by the ice dragon with black ice fangs. His greaves, gauntlets, and helmet hadn’t been touched, though…
Vowing to put more thought into the problem, he returned his thoughts to the issue he now faced, and for which he might need that armor: the Ocean forces that remained on the southern shore.
As he’d guessed, they hadn’t taken the losses inflicted in the last clash as a sign to retreat completely. Instead, it seemed more like they were going to guard their beachhead and wait. What they were waiting for he couldn’t say, but he both feared and strongly suspected that it was reinforcements they were waiting for.