A long sword with amber-glowing edges was in Arnoth's right hand, large and heavy enough even for him. It would be easier for him to hold this weapon with two hands, but his left hand was in charge of the massive shield.
If the sword was heavy, his multi-layered shield seemed capable of destroying an entire floor if it fell out of his grip.
But the main weapon was his aura.
Golden streams of gold rained down on Adam and Heret like a wind. It wasn't Arnoth's spirit, just a presentation of his energy surging inside his great body.
Adam's eyes ran from shield to sword, something alerted him and he couldn't figure out what it was.
'Hmm... A great weapon for a great warrior, but why does it seem to me that the sword and shield are unnecessarily thick in some places? It's like they're covered in a protective layer like the plates on the chests of three goliaths.'
Step.
Arnoth stepped forward, the ground shook, but the marble held, not a single crack on the surface.
