Aelric took a slow step back, his smile unwavering. "If you've heard of me before coming to this temple, then you should know my class—Royal Armory."
He shrugged, as if it were nothing special. "Its function is simple… to store weapons."
As he spoke, the space behind him shimmered, and ten weapons slowly emerged from the void—swords, spears, axes, halberds, and more. Their edges gleamed under the temple's light, humming with restrained power.
"And, of course," Aelric continued, his golden eyes locking onto Max, "I can summon them at will."
Max watched as the weapons floated behind Aelric, nodding in understanding. "So, a walking arsenal, huh? Not bad."
Aelric's grin widened. "Not bad? Then allow me to demonstrate."