Unlikely Exchange

Northern stood there, confused and irritated.

His armor? For what?

Right now, he was wearing the Molten Vein armor—the powerful piece he had obtained after slaying a dungeon monster of the same name. It was formidable, layered with seething energy that pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

And Braham wanted him to hand it over.

To heal Roma.

That wasn't even considering whatever deal Braham had struck with Hao in the shadows, feeding off something Northern hadn't yet uncovered.

Greed aside, why did Braham need his armor?

That was the question Northern wrestled with in the fraction of a second he stood there, utterly silent in surprise.

Braham smiled.

"You seem quite baffled by my request… is it impossible?"

Northern's gaze shifted to Roma's motionless body lying within the coffin. Her face was pallid, drained of all vitality, as though life had long since abandoned her. He paused, studying her with an impassive expression.