A Second Chance: My Twin Mates
Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush.
Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes.
“These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.”
One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy.
“Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.”
Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.
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