Gazing at the staggering figure of young Taylor, Leo Ray's eyebrows were almost entwined together.
Taylor's helmet was nowhere to be seen, and his exposed hair was all matted with thick blood.
The shocking crimson color, mixed with sweat, dripped down his resolute face, which was stained black by gunpowder smoke, leaving a trail of dried bloodstains.
As for Taylor's burly body, the silver-white armor had long been dyed blood-red, with the shattered shoulder and breastplates deeply collapsed. Numerous gashes and puncture wounds littered it, making it difficult to discern the original appearance of the armor. The unhealed flesh and broken, twisted armor intertwined, making it impossible to tell whether the vivid red on the armor was from Taylor himself or his enemies.
Even the two-handed greatsword Taylor carried on his shoulder was mottled and had broken edges, apparently no longer usable.