The flames licked up the legs, slapping against the surface of the armor, only to emit a few crackling sounds.
The silver-gray armor plates shimmered with a subtle reddish-gold glow in the firelight, like a giant metal beast in molten lava, striding steadily through the fire.
The craftsmen and knights watching held their breath collectively, and it was only when Weir emerged from the other side of the Fire Wall unscathed that they burst into long-suppressed exclamations of amazement.
"This armor... can really withstand fire!"
Mike couldn't help but laugh heartily, exclaiming, "The inner layer is Cold Iron with an Ice Crystal heat insulation coating, plus that layer of Fire Scale Iron Powder spray, not to mention the Fire Wall, even in the Hell of lava, it won't burn through in the slightest!"
Louis nodded slightly, his gaze on that set of battle armor growing increasingly pleased.
