Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

On the way there, Watson had taken his time taking off his armor and putting it in his hat. It doesn't seem as much use to him anymore. Even the markings on his spear seem to fade away when he touches it.

"Good riddance", he thinks, "Magic is not something I'd like to dabble with anyhow."

Maybe he should get rid of it. But this thought goes to the back of his mind as he prepares to leave the glorious flying mechanism.