The North Coast was a little different from the frozen, snowbound interior of Gilneas. There were traces of snow on the ground here, but not much.
Now that the armor had been forged, its effects naturally needed testing. The entire party headed straight to the North Coast, where preparations had already been made.
They had arrived so quickly thanks to the archmage's Portal. He had begun preparing well in advance, and the Paladins had personally slaughtered every Murloc in one section of the North Coast, clearing an area specifically for the armor test.
The Kingdom of Gilneas had suffered heavy snowfall that year, and its lakes and rivers had frozen over. Otherwise, they would not have come so far. Of all the places around the Kingdom of Gilneas, the unfrozen sea was the only suitable testing site. Given the nature of the sea, it would not freeze unless the kingdom's weather grew several times colder.
This test was crucial. It could be said to concern the future of the Kingdom of Gilneas, and Osborne was the one chosen to carry it out.
Osborne, a man past middle age, wore a calm expression. He had never been one for idle chatter or easy smiles, and his stern face now gave him a commanding presence.
Putting on the armor took little time. With help from Ulysses and the others, Osborne was soon fully equipped, his body tightly encased. This suit had everything: helmet, greaves, breastplate, and every other piece.
Seeing that even Osborne's mouth was covered by the helmet, leaving only his eyes exposed, Rex waved a hand and said, "Begin."
Osborne nodded, drew a deep breath, and strode toward the sea without the slightest hesitation. There was no danger in this test. With his abilities, a little seawater could do nothing