[For those who read Chapter 445 early, I've tweaked the design of the police uniform a bit, since the previous one wasn't quite right. The new design is on Discord and in the comments section of the previous chapter, if you'd like to take a look.]
The armor Garrick had prepared for the Goldenveil cavalry was a deep silver, its metal gleaming under the orange light of the warehouse.
The heat from the forges at their backs still hung in the air, heavy with the smell of charcoal and hot metal, and every polished plate seemed to catch fire under that glow. Somewhere behind the wall, hammers kept ringing against anvils in a steady, tireless rhythm.
It wasn't as heavy as the armor worn by the Order of the Green Sentinels, weighing roughly the same as a centurion's set.
Golden runes and Dwarven script ran across the entire body of the suit, every single line carefully imbued with Garrick's aura.
On the closed helmet, two golden feathers swept backward, one on each side of the visor.
