What made these 'normal' people off guard was the fact that it wasn't just the skills that the Rebornians had grown.
It was also their equipment. Somehow, their Mithril Artifact weapons would grow new aspects, like a more curved handguard, a new infused gemstone in its blade, or a new color in its material.
They realized here and now that all of their equipment were Mithril Artifacts. Their weapons. Their armors. Their shields. Their boots! Even their backpacks that carried their everyday supplies were ladened with Mithril Artifacts that changed upon some kind of golden aura manifesting inside it.
It was such an overwhelming sense of grandeur that the Conglomerate soldiers felt themselves insecure.
They were supposed to be the one with the best weapons and materials. But why did their Mithril Relics look like rusted weapons compared to what these Rebornian soldiers wore?
"Michael… what is going on with your soldiers?!"
