Isolde looked at Godfrey as he walked ahead. With each step, piece after piece of armour manifested over his arms. Two pauldrons guarded his shoulders, and his legs down to his sneakers were covered in exquisite golden metal plates.
As Godfrey advanced, he meditated within him. This meditation was regulating his body, flexing ever so softly as if sending signals to his muscles.
There was one thing Edwin told him: meditation wasn't really looking inwardly; in fact, the exact opposite happened during the exercise.
Seeing him exhale, his eyes closed as a 7.5 high tier was already beside him, swinging its warhammer, made Isolde raise an eyebrow.
That blow could crush a car. She could understand that he might be trying to impress her, but it was best if he fought normally.
