He picked up the gloves carefully, holding them like something precious.
They shimmered softly—gold and silver light pulsing gently across the fabric. When his fingers brushed them, he found them soft, almost weightless, yet strangely firm, like they'd never tear no matter what tried.
A small glow blinked in front of his eyes as the system displayed their description.
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[The Parting Gift of the Witch]
Forged from rare magical silk and enchanted threads, these gloves are nearly impossible to destroy. If torn, they mend themselves. If burned, they restore with a touch of the owner's mana.
Rank: SS+
Effects:
• Smooths the flow of mana, making circulation easier.
• Keeps the hands warm in winter, and cool in summer.
• Can block a fatal strike once. (Cooldown: 7 days)
• (Identification???) (Inject mana to reveal it.)
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Azhriel's brows lifted slightly, surprise flickering in his calm eyes.
"SS rank… and that third effect…" he murmured.
He slid the gloves on slowly.
