A week passed and the party had finally managed to sneak into the centaur king's city. Unlike the dark elves and Arachne, the outsides were guarded miles and miles before the city even came into view–and trying to keep their presence a secret so as to not alarm the king just yet, the party had been playing a long game of hide and seek with the guards before finally arriving at the city.
However, before doing anything, what concerned Raven the most was the dark armor worn by the centaurs which had given their weapons a run for their money.
"Whatever metal they're using is obviously enchanted," throwing the now cracked golden sword given to him by an angel, he pulled himself a chair and sat down on it. "None of my weapons of darkness worked against them, neither any amount of Amedith's holy magic…"