Vacuse began.
With one hundred billion gold in hand, he began to outfit his men with the best armor he could get. The first set to buy for were the twenty-nine that went to the Dark Wilderness with him, as well as his attendants.
Enchanted armor all. On a battlefield, life and death could be decided by the armor worn. Although, looking at it broadly, armor might seem the little thing to notice during a fight, as most Magus and Soulbearers could simply create magical shields around themselves.
But what about when the shield breaks? When the magical attack hits? What happens then? Armor might be the thin line between life and death.
Although Vacuse himself did not think much of armor, since he always dealt and was dealt with overwhelming firepower, he couldn't deny its benefits when those wearing it numbered more than thirty. At least in a fight against their circles, it would give them an edge.
