Sitri swirled his frozen sword in the air and donned his battle armor. It was a full brown set, consisting of a leather chest piece, complete with hardened pauldrons and cured leather gauntlets. The battle armor was indicative of a Nephilim's rank and position. A messenger's garb was markedly different from the warrior Nephilims who fought in enchanted plate armor. Vinea too was well aware of this difference, having faced the best Nephilim warriors in battle.
Seeing Sitri dressed in leather, the demon king scoffed, "So you're not even a fighter. And here I thought you might be able to put up a show."
"You have wasted enough breath on idle talk. If you really think you can best me, then get on with it," Sitri exclaimed, enveloping himself in a frozen aura.
"Those words will be your las
