All eyes turned toward the sound, landing on a terrifying black "giant."
"You're... Baron Henry?"
Hearing the Third Prince's words, the nobles and officers on the city wall stared at Henry's black armor, their eyes filled with shock and awe.
They had never seen such exquisite equipment. The armor's sheen seemed especially frigid under the torchlight, as if the very air had solidified around it.
The blade of the great-axe glinted coldly in the night, sending a chill down one's spine. He stood there like an immovable War God, commanding reverence.
The Third Prince's gaze was locked on Henry, a flash of appreciation in his eyes.
Henry was not just a valiant Warrior, but also a nobleman with extensive combat experience and leadership abilities.
'This is exactly the kind of talent I need,' the Third Prince mused. 'Once the war is over, I must pull Henry into my faction.'
The Third Prince believed that with Henry on his side, his own power would be greatly enhanced.
