Nero's attention was immediately drawn to the Templar.
This was the first time he had ever seen one in the flesh.
The experience was both awe-inspiring and lackluster at the same time...
The Templar was large, standing at least a head taller than the tallest person's in the crowd.
The distinctive red iron of his armor seemed to draw all the gazes. Attached to his back was a large buster sword with glowing decorative runes. However, that was all the glamor there was.
The armor of the Templar was beaten, scratched and dented in many areas, with some parts even twisted beyond saving.
And yet, he stood with poise that radiated confidence and pride. Nero couldn't imagine what the man behind the suit of armor must have gone through to be able to stand so valiantly.
The armor was compact and unlike any armor set he had ever seen. Compared to the armor he wore as a town guard, that could very well have been picked out from a pile of scraps.
