Although the climate here was cold, it was nowhere near as frigid as the Northern Icefield.
Today, it was Reinhardt and Maxim's turn to stand watch on the low walls of the small town. In the distant plains, a great river flowed ceaselessly, like a white silk ribbon.
Maxim ran a hand through his unruly, flaxen curls. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the giant steel axe strapped to Reinhardt's back.
"An axe that big… can you even swing it? Besides, without any enhancements from Imperial Technology, aren't you worried it'll just shatter on impact with Knight Power?"
Reinhardt's giant axe had been custom-made for him by a swordsmith in Infinitis. It was worth one hundred Radiant Gold Coins; adding Imperial Technology would have at least tripled the cost.
'If I had the money, would I even need him to tell me that?'
Reinhardt couldn't be bothered to respond to the chatterbox.
