Under the brilliant sunlight, the golden rays bathed the entire city.
Asira stood with the children in front of the bronze city gate carved with flame patterns.
The two guards at the gate were centaurs wearing antler helmets, while a human guard beside them was using a horse's tailhair to wipe off the frost flowers on his shield.
The scales on his armor reflected the rising morning sun, casting tiny golden spots on the stone brick pavement.
"Why do they wear such helmets?" the dwarf uncle, who hadn't returned in a long time, curiously asked. He naturally knew that centaurs couldn't possibly have antlers.
"Maybe it's fashionable," Asira, not knowing the exact reason, could only respond offhandedly.
"Barbarian, those helmets are imbued with magic. Most centaurs aren't particularly gifted in magic, so these helmets may be used to compensate for that shortcoming, providing unexpected advantages in battle," the mage concluded after observing.
