Chapter 27

The leather and scales of the new armor felt surprisingly light as Elara pulled the chest piece over her head. In the reflection of a polished shield hanging on the wall of Gareth's workshop, she barely recognized herself. The dark, iridescent sheen of the Wyvern scales caught the flickering lamplight, shifting from a deep, bruised purple to a dangerous charcoal black. It was sleek, fitted, and far more imposing than the mismatched boiled leather she had been sporting. "The sight before me...