No matter how they thought about it, there should be no way such a thing should be possible; however, according to Leif's explanation, it was!
The Village Chief shifted his attention towards Patriarch Rylan, who agreed with Leif's words.
Seeing this response, the Village Chief briefly closed his eyes and sighed deeply to ponder the situation before snapping them back open.
"And how about the weapons? What are their uses?" The Village Chief asked, his gaze shifting towards the large sword Leif had left behind as he walked forward, along with the ones safely secured by the others standing behind Patriarch Rylan.
Leif nodded, "Our weapons are called 'Gearweavers.' They are made from a special alloy that can withstand the intense forces generated by the Vylkr energy. They are designed to absorb the Vylkr energy directly from the Devourer's bracelet worn by the wielder. As the Vylkr energy flows from the Devourer's bracelet into the weapon, the gears act as conduits, channelling the energy through the weapon and amplifying the weapon's power."
"The gears can also dynamically shift and reconfigure themselves based on the intensity of the Vylkr energy. Of course, there are different kinds of Gearweavers, with various configurations, offering unique advantages such as enhanced attack speed, increased damage output, or improved defensive capabilities. As for mine, you can already see which one it is," Leif explained, gesturing towards his sword, which he had placed by the side of a pillar.
An unnatural silence occupied the four corners of the spacious hall when Leif finished his explanation again.
Nonetheless, this time, they all regained their composure within a minute while still digesting the information they had just received.
"Is that everything that we need to know?" The Village Chief asked, his tone filled with tiredness, as though he wanted to retire for the day and properly digest everything he had just heard.
Leif nodded in response, "Yes, that is everything that I can tell you about us, the god's chosen," Leif responded.
The Village Chief nodded in response, "Okay," he responded, gesturing for Leif to return to his position.
Leif returned from the hall's centre to his position behind Patriarch Rylan.
"Is there any other question anyone would like to ask?" the Village Chief asked, his attention shifting towards the key figures beside him.
Stronghold Leader Zogar nodded in response, "I would like to see their strengths and see how they compare to the two attackers that I captured," he said, his gaze fixed on Leif.
The Village Chief nodded and asked, "Is that okay with you, Patriarch Rylan?" shifting his position back towards Patriarch Rylan.
Patriarch Rylan nodded in response, "Yes, I am very much okay with it. I don't see anything bad in showing our strengths and weaknesses now that we'll be living with one another," Patriarch Rylan responded with a smile.
"Alright, let us head to the nearest training ground," the Village Chief replied."
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"It's truly breathtaking," Isadora exclaimed, wide-eyed, as she stared in awe at the wooden structures and buildings around her.
"Yes, it is. It's several times more breathtaking and neater than that metal scrap we called home. It's a good thing that we will be staying here from now on," Lyndon remarked, nodding in agreement with his sister's words.
Leif, Leona, and the others also agreed with the Princess and the Prince's sentiments. Their tasks usually revolved around wandering around the city before they could properly handle it, so unlike the royal siblings, they could vividly recall the scent of the rusted metal that filled the air, the fumes, and the local areas with heaps of dirt just waiting to be disposed of.
Nevertheless, as they looked at the beautiful wooden structures and environment and breathed in the fresh air, it was obvious that such a place was incomparable to their previous home.
Fortunately, this place was now their new home.
"It's too early for you to be looking down on our previous home. Please think about all the people who made our arrival here possible," Patriarch Rylan said, exhaling deeply as he shook his head at his children's words.
"The Patriarch is right. Instead of comparing our previous home and this city, we should focus on learning more about our new home and settling down properly," Leif responded.
His gaze scanned the individuals with crystal-like hair bangs walking about or tending to their stalls, going about their daily lives.
Though one thing that caught his curious eyes was the strange styles of the women's attire, Leif didn't pay much attention to it, having seen many odd cultures and traditions from various Runaway cities throughout his time as a god's chosen. Instead, he was more focused on figuring out which race they belonged to, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't come up with anything.
However, he wasn't alone. Except for the Princess and the Prince, who were more fascinated to learn about the new individuals and their culture, Leona and the others couldn't discern which race the people around them belonged to.
"Patriarch, do you know which race these people belong to?" Leif asked curiously.
Patriarch Rylan shook his head in response, "No, I don't," he replied.
He had visited the Village several times in the past. During his visits, all he encountered was a Village thriving on its own with various powerful individuals who provided a certain level of safety.
He had never seen these large wooden structures or encountered an unknown race until today. Just like the others beside him, he was surprised and confused about which race they belonged to and how they had managed to arrive here.
"We are here," one of the warriors leading them towards the training ground said.
They were led to the training ground's open area and patiently waited about twenty-five minutes before the Village Chief and the others arrived.
"I apologize for the delay, Patriarch Rylan. We had a discussion that we needed to take care of first before coming over," the Village Chief said, expressing his respect towards Patriarch Rylan for the delayed arrival.
