Black Sail

Almost half of the furnishings in the lobby were ablaze, consumed by the scorching heat of the fireball storm just now, a fierce red engulfing everything.

Even in the cold winter day, everyone’s forehead was dotted with fine beads of sweat.

Meredith struggled to stand up, the force of that punch was not something a human could deliver; in her weakened state, she had to abandon the Giant Axe, clutching only the Riding Spear.

One hand reached for her abdomen.

When steel reaches a certain threshold of hardness, its toughness greatly decreases, making it brittle and easily shattered.

But with Magic Rune Construction, one could significantly mitigate this drawback, enhancing the toughness.

Even so, that punch created cracks in her armor, not just from the impact of the punch, but also from the sharp, broken edges that sliced open her flesh, allowing blood to seep out.

Meredith’s hands were covered in it.

Gawain... you really screwed me over, your letter only mentioned formidable pirates, but this is a completely different situation, that disfigured face seems to have Hall-level standards, even if another companion arrived, they’d likely be no match.

Meredith was already contemplating retreat.

But that disfigured face had already broken through the armor, no longer confined to close combat.