Viktor deftly lifted the silver-white armor and carefully fastened the last section for Gwen from behind.
Gwen stood quietly in place, her eyes closed.
She felt Viktor securely place the gleaming silver helmet on her head.
This austere, cold, silver-white armor was finally completely donned by Gwen.
"alright."
Viktor took a few steps back and looked Gwen up and down.
His silvery-white figure was reflected in his deep obsidian eyes, like a star falling from the sky.
A sharp piece of steel protruded from the chest of the armor, resembling a ferocious dog with a mouth full of sharp silver teeth, making it appear extremely majestic.
The gauntlets, clear as stars, reflected a dazzling white light, while the silver patterns on the armor at the waist seemed to flow slowly like mysterious ripples.
The leg guards are covered with layers of ice-crystal-like scales, and silver fluff is lightly embellished at the joints.
The moment Gwen put on the silver helmet, a subtle glint of light appeared at her previously open jawline.
A gentle, icy wave of magical energy swept across her cheek, and the helmet was perfectly positioned.
The exposed face resembled a gaping maw, and a mysterious silver mask gradually climbed onto Gwen's face, obscuring her features.
Only her silver hair was visible protruding from behind her helmet, resembling a silver waterfall.
Kefla looked at Gwen with a complicated expression.
She was Angus's eldest child and lived through the period when Angus fought for the Empire.
Angus once wore this armor in countless battles.
Now, this armor has reappeared on Gwen.
Although the size and shape had been adjusted to better suit her, a nostalgic glint still flashed in Kevlar's eyes.
Things have changed, but people are no longer the same.
Viktor scrutinized Gwen for a long time, pondering deeply.
He could clearly see the attributes of the snow mastiff armor, as well as the two restrictions on its unique status bar:
[Can only be worn by the Knight class]
[This armor can only be worn by its owner and their bloodline descendants.]
These two restrictions mean that only Gwen can use this armor, and even Kefla is not allowed to wear it.
Because Kefla isn't a knight, she's a witcher.
At this moment, Gwen, who was dressed neatly, slowly opened her eyes.
A pair of eyes suddenly appeared, gleaming with a pale, shimmering light.
His deep eyes seemed to hold two swirling, icy storms, dancing wildly within them.
Upon seeing Gwen open her eyes, Kefla eagerly asked her:
How are you feeling?
Gwen did not answer, but silently raised her hand, her silver eyes fixed on her palm.
A pale light slowly extended from the palm of the armor.
After circling in the air, it transformed into a pair of silver blades.
And it split a long crack in the room.
In an instant, countless weapons of various shapes and sizes burst forth from the crack and hovered in the sky.
Longsword, axe, chain mace, spear...
Several pale weapons appeared in the air and hovered around Gwen's body.
Victor squinted, staring at the weapons.
All of these weapons were hidden inside this snow mastiff armor.
Only those wearing this armor can retrieve these weapons.
Although Angus is known as a master of weapons, he naturally cannot use all his weapons in battle.
Therefore, this snow mastiff armor helped him solve the problem of not being able to use multiple weapons.
And this armor, which was made exclusively for him, did indeed give him even greater combat power.
At that moment, Gwen reached out and grasped a longsword that was suspended in mid-air.
This is her most proficient weapon.
The moment I gripped the sword hilt, thick snow began to fall slowly from the sky, spreading towards the earth.
A pale wave rose from outside the manor and covered the vast grounds of Delin Manor.
It was as if everything outside had been swallowed up by the heavy snow in the world.
Kefla stared wide-eyed at the bright, pale light emanating from the sword in Gwen's hand, standing there dumbfounded.
Clearly, the power contained in this armor seemed to far exceed her expectations.
Although it is winter now, it is not yet time for snow in the empire.
And... Kef stretched out her hand.
As she felt the snowflakes fall into her hand, her mind went blank.
This is indoors, how could it possibly snow indoors!?
Clearly, this can only be explained by the armor Gwen is wearing.
Just as Kefla was wondering, the thick fog around them suddenly dissipated rapidly.
The surroundings seemed to have changed.
Deep within her purple pupils, an endless, vast snowfield was reflected.
The sky was overcast and deep, darkness seemed to have swallowed all life, with only the deep moonlight shining on the white snow.
Large, feathery snowflakes fell from the sky, even the darkness seemed to yield to them.
Kefla stood silently, surveying her surroundings. The deathly silence and the cold seemed to whisper from the wind and snow, seeping into her ears.
Her heart trembled, and a chill, like that of a mad and unrestrained mastiff, ran down her spine and bones.
Under the empty sky, only Gwen stood alone in the wind and snow.
He resembled a silver statue, holding a long sword and looking up at the sky.
At that moment, Viktor's cold and deep voice slowly rang in Kefla's ears:
"It seems that even you didn't know that your father's armor contained such a secret."
A figure in a black trench coat appeared to Kevlar's side, while Victor continued to add casually from the side:
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