A standard-issue helmet that covers the head and face. It has lining inside to help keep its wearer warm.

It was no easy task staying prepared for battle in the Eternal Freeze, but Jarilo-VI's Silvermane Guards are used to it. The sharp cold wind howled through the gaps in the helmet, slashing skin as if it were icy razor-blades.

The monsters from beyond the sky renewed their formation, and soldiers armed to the teeth stood ready under the command of the Supreme Guardian.

Vanguards stationed forward often need to hunker down in the snow for days at a time as they look out for any monster activity. After being exposed to the elements for such a long time, the soldiers' skin, sweat, and the velvet lining of their helmet will freeze and stick together, such that hot water must be poured over their helmets for safe removal. The Architects' craftsmen then altered the curvature of the cast iron helmet's metal plates, minimizing the air resistance of the heavy helmet in the snow.

Sturdy, warm, majestic — these traits of the Silvermane Guard's helmet were passed down for generations.

“How can you even see with that thing on?” Every patrolling guard has been asked this question.

Metal gauntlets that give off a silvery sparkle. A complex mechanical structure is hidden within its design.

After the invaders carrying the marks of Destruction cut off the guard unit's retreat, Laszlo Landau ordered his troops to protect the Supreme Guardian and escape while he stayed behind to hold off the enemy.

Even the most valian captain among the Silvermane Guards could not retreat unscathed from the swarms of monsters.

The terrifying cries and ferocious assaults of the twisted monsters were unrelenting. Despite their incessant charges, none of these monstrosities managed to break the lone defense line set up by Landau. The unending fierce battles gradually exhausted Laszlo, but he managed to hold on until reinforcements finally showed up. It was only then that he collapsed into unconsciousness. The soldiers found out that Laszlo had lost both of his hands in the battle.

The Architects' best blacksmith forged a pair of exquisite gauntlets to bestow upon the hero, such that he may once again hold up the Silvermane Guards banner.

“The only regret,” Laszlo lamented to himself as he marveled at the gauntlets, “is that I will no longer be able to feel the vibration of the bow.”

A neatly-ironed uniform of the Silvermane Guards from long ago. The sturdy buttons press creases in the fabric.

A pair of hard, silver-white metal greaves. They provide protection while also being lightweight and warm.