Royma who got up took her sword that she kept in her waist. She had used the sword a few times during the journey, blood marks could be seen.
Blood dried and stuck to her blade.
Not only that, but her blade was also unsharp after everything she'd done. But Royma didn't care, gripped her sword tightly, and stared at the armor that was some distance away.
Inside the city, Royma could see the pile of bodies near the gates and on top of that, she could also see bodies and more bodies lying down the main street. That was enough to make her blood boil.
"These bastards." She said as she tried to control her feelings.
She knew she couldn't do anything here, so she was holding back.
The pressure that armor gave off wasn't normal. Royma could feel that if she moved towards that armor, she wouldn't come out alive, she would die practically instantly.
She didn't know there was anything so powerful in this world.