Max moved quietly through the rows of gleaming scrolls. Yet amid the dazzling array of lethal arts and fierce auras, Max's gaze eventually settled on something far less aggressive, a single delicate scroll resting on an obsidian stand, its parchment bound in faint silvery threads that shimmered like moonlight.
Invisibility Cloak.
The moment he read the name, something in his instincts told him this was the one. He reached out and carefully lifted the scroll into his hands, feeling the faint pulse of concealed energy thrumming within its delicate folds.
'This skill might come in handy,' Max thought, his mind already spinning with countless scenarios where such an ability could mean the difference between life and death, infiltration and discovery, or survival and annihilation.
It wasn't just about fighting power—it was about strategic advantage. And for someone like him, it was one of the must needed skills to have.
