423. ENTRANCE

"What is this?" Noah's voice sounded skeptical. His eyes scanned Erolia's figure from top to bottom and he swallowed hard.

"It's the closest to a magical armor that I know. Gramps had someone secretly make it."

"What don't you like it?" Erolia furrowed her brows inspecting the body armor she had on.

"It's not that," Noah replied furrowing his brows.

"You are well aware that we'll be amid tier 3's. Your armor is useless. One attack is all they need to end you. Only armor on that level can help you," he explained and saw fear flicker over her face.

He wouldn't hold back on reminding her how dangerous it was to follow him.

"Nevertheless you have me on your side. What we are about to do would be incredibly hard for someone other than me except they were past tier 3," he announced calmly even if his words carried pride.

"Ah… I see," Erolia muttered seeing the other enter the room. Their faces were somber and they soon came to surround her.