"Right this way, young master," the shopkeeper said, her voice trembling slightly with residual excitement as she quickly swept the pile of one thousand medium-grade spirit stones into her secure register. She gestured toward a private, heavily curtained fitting room in the back. "Please, step inside. We will prepare the Star Iron suit for you immediately."
The sleek, midnight-black combat suit was brought in by a young, slender female assistant. The dark fabric contrasted beautifully with the polished, starlight-silver alloy plates reinforcing the shoulders, elbows, and forearms.
