Grandma Is Not Dead....Eh?
Examining the data before me, I'm taken aback in utter astonishment.
"Well, well, aren't you impressed by the statistics and skills of these garments?" my mother inquires with a mischievous chuckle. On the contrary, Stella wears a perplexed expression, unaware of the cause behind my sudden change in demeanor.
"These were the only pieces you managed to acquire, right?" I eagerly ask, my eyes shimmering with excitement. Amidst my hazy recollections, I remember how, despite being a Protoss, I never paid much attention to beast items and equipment. I simply relied on my inherent strength and an otherworldly body that surpassed even zlatherium steel in durability.