Grey gave Silva a look. "You better take this one, because if I answer, it'll probably make everything worse."
Silva's lip twitched, but in the end he slowly nodded and went on ahead.
Grey gave the armor another look, his eyes narrowing.
'I knew I recognized this from somewhere.'
Woven into the pattern of the armor was a sight Grey had seen just a few hours ago.
The white tattoos that had painted Joaquin's bald head.
Grey turned away for the time being. He could have stolen the armor easily. He had an inventory that no one but he could access. But to what end?
Something told him that whatever Baron Giyoto was involved in here might very well lead him to the last pieces he needed to stop this Legendary Quest from snatching anything more from him.
'Speaking of which, there are only a couple hours left until the next curse.'
