I began unloading the mountains of equipment I had purchased, manifesting them onto the scorched earth in categorised heaps.
I was meticulous, ensuring that those belonging to the same class were grouped together to avoid a chaotic scramble.
Tower shields were stacked in gleaming walls; polearms and broadswords were piled like cordwood; staves and catalysts sat in glowing clusters.
"Have the men swap out their equipment immediately," I commanded. I noticed the expressions of pure, unadulterated shock frozen on my team's faces as they looked at the sheer volume of high-grade steel before them.
"As for their old gear, tell them they can sell it on the market. But warn them—with each passing quest, the market value of lower-grade items will plummet. They should liquidate now while there is still a pittance to be made."
"This… this is incredible," Leo stammered, looking the most staggered of the bunch.
