Harvesting the spider threads from the aftermath of the battle turned out to be far more challenging than Atlas had anticipated.
While Baldric skillfully separated the threads from the icy remains of the battlefield, carefully rolling them up in pristine condition, Atlas nearly ruined half the material when he attempted to harvest it using his lightning element.
"Enough, My Lord." Baldric snapped, stepping in quickly. "Don't touch them again. Just wait and let me handle the rest."
Atlas, though slightly grinning, stepped back and let Baldric continue.
"How many sets of armor can we make from this battle?" Atlas asked, watching Baldric work.
"Two, maybe Three at best," Baldric replied without looking up.
"Two?" Atlas echoed in disbelief. "We fought a battle this intense, took this much damage, and you're telling me we only get five?"
