Xia Nan always felt that Selianne looked at him with a hint of resentment.
But that made sense.
Putting himself in Selianne's shoes, after spending so long on every custom design from the early planning stages—measuring body data, adjusting weight details, and finally forging such a fine piece—
even if it could not become one of those Epic items from legends that accompanied a hero for life, it should at least have helped the adventurer who bought it survive a few more years of dangerous adventures.
Yet only days after the finished product was completed, it had practically become scrap.
The speed of its destruction was even more outrageous than that of the cheap light armor worn by many ordinary adventurers.
Of course, this Half-Elf tailor might indeed have had some thoughts at first, perhaps even wondering whether Xia Nan had taken his painstaking work seriously.
But as Xia Nan drew closer, allowing Selianne to see the details of the damage across the armor, and as he connected them with the events that had spread through Barracuda Bay these past few days—the events that had taken place on Stodd Island—
the emotions in his heart largely faded away.
As an exceptionally experienced and skilled craftsman, Selianne could clearly identify the cause of the damage from the scars across the surface of the [Abyssal Flow] armor.
He could even reconstruct Xia Nan's battle to a certain extent.
The relatively shallow yet varied surface damage—corrosion, electric shocks, frost, and more—clearly indicated a hard battle against a large number of spellcasting enemies.
The burn marks were particularly obvious, covering nearly every part of the armor's surface. In the more seriously affected areas, the metal had been scorched to the point where it could no longer maintain its original structure. Xia Nan must have