A few days had passed, and the second week of the game had come to an end.
It was Sunday afternoon.
Martin stood alone on the shore near the Baby Kraken's nest. He had not come for another routine farming run. That part was already over. After days of pressure, repeated kills, and total control over the lake with Ao Tenshin beside him, Martin had already claimed the full Broodtide set for himself.
Today, he was here to test what it had made him.
The armor gave him a completely different presence from before.
A dark visor curved over his face in a sleek, predatory line, hiding part of his expression while making his gaze seem sharper behind it. The chest piece wrapped his torso in layered plates shaped like a hardened shell, broad across the shoulders and tight at the waist, giving him the heavy, immovable silhouette of something built to hold the front line no matter what struck it.
