The soft glow of enchanted lanterns illuminated the interior of Vulwin's shop, casting flickering light across the many artifacts, scrolls, and rare relics that lined the shelves.
But Vulwin wasn't paying attention to any of them.
His gaze remained fixed on the Royals Set, displayed carefully on the table before him.
A masterpiece of craftsmanship—one that had once belonged to the most powerful heroes of Trion's history.
He let out a quiet breath, running his fingers along the intricate engravings on the chest piece.
"Even after all this time… its enchantments haven't faded."
Each individual piece of the set radiated a subtle pulse of mana, a testament to the enchantments woven into the armor.
The crown, despite being made of metal, felt almost weightless.
The royal cloak, embedded with protective runes, shimmered faintly under the dim lighting.
The gauntlets, despite their regal design, bore the undeniable aura of combat-readiness.
