"This is the Veil of Dusk."
The Marquis spoke, his voice carrying a quiet authority as he gestured toward the shimmering cloak.
Lucavion tilted his head, his smirk softening as his eyes flicked over the artifact. The faint iridescent glow seemed to dance across the fabric, its subtle shifts in color hinting at the power imbued within it.
"The cloak's primary enchantments," the Marquis continued, "are designed to enhance the wearer's agility and fortify their mana-enhanced defenses. When fighting, it strengthens the body's mana augmentation, allowing for greater resilience. Essentially, the wearer's defense grows stronger as long as they can sustain their mana, covering themselves in its protective aura."
Lucavion raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. "Not bad," he remarked, his tone light but thoughtful. "But something tells me that's not what makes this cloak special."