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By now, he’d personally witnessed the strength of all three of the RPMP’s most esteemed warriors. And they were nothing to sneeze at. He could see why both the Vanguard and Abolish had chosen to respect the RPMP’s authority during their stay in Ridgemark.

Linus Maximillian, Kristof Raynor, and Daro Bright. The Linebreaker, the Jailer, and the Black Artisan, respectively.

Thus far, Diego had fought alongside Linus the most. He’d ended up practically glued to the man during the assault on Logden Prison, so he’d been able to witness Linus manhandling the likes of Raga Marda, Mikas Cross, and a powerful prison guard named Longvin--and all simultaneously, at some points.

Raynor, of course, had distinguished himself on multiple occasions, as well. When they were transporting those poor Miroan villagers over to Ridgemark, Raynor showed up and aided the Rainlords against Raga Marda and Jan Cross. And out here, on this battlefield, Raynor had been holding off the VMP since the very beginning of the siege--almost single-handedly, no less.

Because the third, Daro Bright, was exactly what his moniker, the Black Artisan, implied: an integrator who primarily took on the role of support.

But what incredible support it was.

Diego had gotten more than a few glimpses of the man’s work by now--and even the opportunity to wield some of his custom-made weaponry and tools. Perhaps the most impressive was something that the RPMP troops were calling a ramata, or roughly “spell thrower” in Valgan.

In short, it was a device capable of mimicking servant powers.

True, they were quite limited in their capabilities, such as with materialization, where it could only create small, predetermined objects which did not last terribly long before disintegrating--but still.

It was hard not to be in utter amazement.

The ramata was also quite small and portable, not much larger than a standard sidearm but still smaller than a rifle. From what Diego had seen, it also required quite a bit of maintenance--and some sort of crystal as its fuel source. He had a feeling that was the real trick of it. Whatever those crystals were composed of, it couldn’t be any normal thing, he felt.

He’d asked some of the reapers and other servants about it, but thus far, he hadn’t been able to learn anything.

Other than the fact, perhaps, that some of the reapers were genuinely unsettled by its existence.