Javier raised his hand, palm upward, as a small chunk of andamantite ore materialized above his palm. He watched it dissolve into liquid, forming into a shape before melting again, shifting and reforming in a slow, idle cycle as he spoke.
"Besides, the material used to build all of our personnel's gear, from our guards, military, shadow units, special ops, and even our maid uniforms, are all made from the same high-quality materials. Klimar may have bought up all the mithril ore he could find, but the best he could do is mix two materials or craft it from raw ore."
He paused, the liquid metal swirling into a perfect sphere before flattening into a thin, gleaming disk.
