"Battle of Bain?"
Upon hearing this term.
Fang Hong's gaze quietly shifted downward, and he couldn't help but glance at the sleeve of his Alchemist's Coat, where the cuff was frayed and lined with thin copper rings, set with three dark bronze gears.
The battle of Fenris was still vivid in his memory, the power of spells seemed to leave scorch marks there, seeping into the intertwined weave of the fabric. Of course, he knew well that this was already an unknown number of coats prepared for him by Hilveld, and it couldn't possibly be the one he wore underground during Fenris.
But mentioning the Battle of Bain, he instinctively thought of that battle, the most difficult one he experienced in Eteliria.
The old man's voice pulled him back to reality: "Yes, have you heard about the origins of that war?"
Fang Hong withdrew his gaze from the cuff and answered seriously: "I've heard some, Mr. Alvan."
