Overgeared: Saharan Successor

Chapter 67: The Goblin Slayer (II)

Odin straightened as his resources were recharged, excluding his Stamina Energy. The icy mist clung to his form like a spectral aura, swirling in rhythmic tandem with his breath. 

His crimson eyes, glowing faintly, scanned the battlefield like a predatory monster, settling on a new target—a wounded Hobgoblin Berserker whose body was burning brighter than the dying embers of Zarlok's demise.

"Who's next?" 

Odin's voice cut through the battlefield like the edge of his blade, calm yet dripping with malicious intent.

Thalgrim's battered armor, once adorned with jagged spikes, was now hung in fragments, frost encrusting the ragged edges. His labored breaths emerged as bursts of mist, the freezing air around him amplified by the residual effects of Odin's evolved Aqua Veil sword skill. 

Each breath was a struggle, every inhales like swallowing shards of ice.

Thalgrim growled through clenched teeth, the sound guttural and feral, as he forced his trembling legs to steady. His eyes, wild with madness, burned with a resolve that refused to die. The Berserker's instincts, sharpened by the brink of death, drove him forward despite the agony that wracked his body.

"Frost won't stop me, mage!" he roared, his voice raw and savage. His lips split from the cold, a trickle of blood freezing mid-drip as it fell. 

"I'll break your spine and thaw this icy curse in your blood!"

The Berserker's rage fought to overcome the frostbite's grip, but Odin's relentless cold had seeped too deeply into his body.

Odin watched with an almost detached calm, his crimson eyes narrowing as he assessed Thalgrim's state. 

[Thalgrim the Skullsplitter - LV.139] (Mini-Boss) (18,712/100,750 HP)

"Your rage only feeds your suffering,"

"Thalgrim!" Makran bellowed, his voice trembling with urgency and fury. "Stand, my brother! Let the blood of the Murkthok flow within you once more! Crush this human wretch under your blade!"

He raised his staff high. The runes etched into its surface glowed with a golden hue as he activated Healing Chant. 

A melodic yet guttural hymn filled the battlefield, the sound washing over Thalgrim like a divine boon. His HP gauge climbed from a perilous 17%, granting him a sliver of vitality, but that sliver was all he needed.

The golden light enveloped the Berserker, seeping into his frostbitten flesh and reigniting the embers of his life force. Thalgrim's once shallow breaths deepened, and his wounds began to knit, though the frostbite lingered, its icy grip refusing to relent.

[Thalgrim the Skullsplitter's HP regenerating by 4% per second.]

Odin's eyes flicked to Makran, his crimson gaze narrowing as the golden light coursed toward the Berserker. There was irritation crossing his features, and his grip on his magic sword tightened. 

He could see the Shaman's efforts shifting the tide of battle, albeit momentarily.

"That's enough of your bullcrap, vermin," Odin said, his voice as cold as the frost swirling around him. 

"Heals won't save the damned."

Without hesitation, Odin raised his free hand, his fingers curling as blue and silver arcane runes shimmered into existence around his wrist. Two red Magic Missiles surged into being, their energy crackling with raw destructive potential. 

The icy mist of the Aqua's Veil and Frost Armor surrounding Odin seemed to coalesce.

The first missile struck true, colliding with Makran's chest, where the force sent the Warcaller staggering back, his hymn faltering as the impact drove the air from his lungs. 

[Critical Hit!]

[You have dealt 13,916 damage to the targets.]

The second missile followed with precision, striking lower and burying itself into his liver. 

[You have dealt 7,548 damage to the targets.]

Makran's staff fell from his grasp, the golden glow sputtering and dying as the chant was violently cut short. He clutched at his side, a guttural snarl escaping his lips as he dropped to one knee. His golden eyes burned with spite, but the Magic Missile had done its intended job of canceling the Heals, which managed to recover an additional 8% of the Berserker's lost HP.

"You cowardly whelp!" Makran spat, blood staining his lips as frost coated his teeth. "You fight with tricks—there's no honor in this!"

Odin looked at Malkran with his eyes remaining cold, calculating, as he gazed down at the fallen Shaman. 

"Honor? You mistake me for someone who values such trivialities. I fight to conquer monsters like you, not to impress."

Thalgrim roared, his voice resonating like thunder, and just like this, Odin could see all sorts of buffs appearing over his icon, his Berserker abilities activating one by one, given the precarious state he found himself in.

[Adrenaline Overdrive: Movement and attack speed increased by 40%.][Blood Frenzy: Each wound heightened his attack power, granting Thalgrim a 50% damage boost.][Indomitable Rage: Incoming damage reduced by 30%, and all status effects, including freezing and slowing, were forcibly purged.]

As the buffs activated, his already intimidating presence transformed into something bound by rage. 

Veins pulsed beneath his skin like molten steel, his movements faster, more erratic. His greatsword now moved with terrifying speed, slicing through the air with enough force to split mountains.

"I'll carve you down to size, whelp!" Thalgrim bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield as he charged.

"Try me, bitch."

To Odin, the Berserker's escalating ferocity and power were nothing more than minor complications. His mind was sharp, his body attuned to the rhythm of battle. The thousands of hours he spent training his muscle memory and reaction timer under the mentorship of an old Knight who, by far, experienced life to the fullest had honed him into a predator, one who saw an opportunity in the chaos.

Each of Thalgrim's buffs meant little against Odin's sublime control of his body and weapon. 

As Thalgrim closed the distance in an instant after breaking from the slowed and frozen state, Odin's eyes narrowed. 

'He's quick, but I'm still above him in reaction time.'

'Stalwart Parry'[User has consumed 100 MP]

He raised his sword, the runes along its edge glowing with a brilliant azure light as he channeled his mana. Aqua's Veil shimmered to life, surrounding him with a swirling barrier of crystalline water.

The barrier rippled outward, its surface undulating like the tides of a tranquil sea, but its serenity belied its power. As Thalgrim's greatsword descended with unrelenting force, the Tide Guard met it with an explosive burst of water energy.

The sheer power of Thalgrim's strike was mitigated, the water absorbing a big chunk of the damage, and when the Greatsword started digging deeper into the Tide Guard, there was turbulent water splashing against the Hobgoblin Berserker, making his aim to slip toward the ground. Still, the damage was already done to Odin.

[You have suffered a hit of 7,450 damage.]

The impact forced Odin back a step, his boots skidding on the icy ground, but his stance remained unshaken.

As the frost-encrusted mist swirled around him, Odin shifted his grip on the Guardian's Blade, its runes shimmering with a spectral blue glow. The blade resonated with the water elemental energy imbued by Aqua Veil, an almost imperceptible hum rising from it as if the weapon itself anticipated the coming destruction.

"Enough of this charade," Odin remarked in his low and cold tone. "Time to put you down, mongrel."

Planting his feet firmly, Odin raised his blade, the tip tracing an arc through the air that left a faint trail of water vapor. The ambient frost thickened, spiraling inward as though drawn into the weapon. 

The room's temperature seemed to plummet further, the chill biting even at the hardened hobgoblins who stood nearby.

"Wavebreaker."[User has consumed 450 MP]

With a sweeping slash, Odin unleashed a crescent-shaped wave of water energy that erupted from his blade. The wave shot forth, the sound reminiscent of a crashing tidal wave, as it tore through the air with deadly precision. The crescent's edges glimmered like razor-sharp ice, and the faint echoes of the ocean seemed to accompany its path.

The watery arc surged toward Thalgrim, colliding with the Hobgoblin Berserker in a violent detonation.

[You have dealt 14,750 water damage to the target.]

The force of the explosion knocked Thalgrim off his feet, the wave sending him careening into a nearby stone pillar. His Greatsword clattered to the ground as the chilling impact left his body trembling uncontrollably.

[Thalgrim has been afflicted with the Drenched Debuff. Water resistance reduced by 30% for 8 seconds.]

The explosion did not stop there. The crescent wave, now fragmented, continued its path, creating smaller ripples that exploded outward in a 3-meter radius around the point of impact. These ripples washed over Makran, who had not yet recovered from the twin strikes of the Magic Missiles.

[Splash Damage!]

[Makran has taken 5,300 water damage.]

[Makran's water resistance reduced by 30% for 8 seconds.]

Makran's knees buckled as the freezing water ripped through his defenses.

Odin strode forward through the destruction, his form framed by the dissipating mist of the wave's aftermath. His blade gleamed with residual energy, the frost along its edge melting slightly before reforming into intricate crystalline patterns.

He paused briefly, observing Thalgrim as the Berserker struggled to rise. "Still breathing?" Odin asked, his tone almost mocking. "Good. It means I'm not done with you yet."

Following the Wavebreaker, Odin kept his momentum strong, linking up some basic attacks while allowing Thalgrim to strike him, trusting in his high evasion rate to work its charm. Doing double hits on simple strikes took Thalgrim closer to Death's Embrace.

It was unfortunate for Odin since he didn't get the opportunity to kill the Berserker with Wavebreaker since it failed to deliver a critical strike. Still, he wasn't too reliant on his RNG, even if he had high rates for critical strikes. 

His playstyle was that of absolute victory, usually taking his enemies into deep waters and then dragging them deeper until they would drown to death. Such was the case against the Boss monsters, yet only a problem arose from such playstyle … the limitations of his Mana Reserves.

Odin's grip tightened on the Guardian's Blade, and the magic blade hummed in anticipation, its crystalline edge shimmering faintly. He was aware from his previous scan of Thalgrim's Status Window that he had his trump card, some sort of 'Carnage' that would make his job of ending his pathetic life harder.

'No sense wasting time on a dog that refuses to die,'

⤷ Odin: Malf, use your Entangling Roots on Gorath and Dranok, the Tank and Assassin. You don't have to damage the Shaman. You'll only waste your mana.

⤷ Malfurion: Understood. I'll hold them down. Don't miss your opening to handle Thalgrim.

⤷ Odin: As for me? I'll try to kill the Berserker. Then I'll shift to the Beastmaster since his arrows have been a nuisance.

⤷ Malfurion: Got it. But watch your mana. You're burning through it faster than usual

⤷ Odin: What's to worry about when you're leveling up from killing those Mini-Bosses? And my Mana Regeneration can replenish my expenditure thanks to your Buff.

Both 'Chosen Ones' communicated using their voice chat, not giving the monsters any signals of what they were scheming or planning against them. Malfurion quickly started casting his Druidic spell to deliver the needed CC that would provide Odin more freedom to focus on killing the Hobgoblin Bosses.

Malfurion's eyes glowed with emerald light as he thrust his staff into the ground, roots erupting with forceful intent. The roots snaked toward Gorath and Dranok, twisting and splitting like living entities. 

The roots surged with an almost predatory intelligence, wrapping around their intended targets.

[Entangling Roots Activated!]

Gorath, the Hobgoblin Tank, snarled as the roots encased his massive frame, his movements grinding to a halt. His shield arm strained against the constricting vines, but the strength of the spell held firm, leaving him to roar in frustration.

[Gorath has taken 4,600 nature damage. Immobilized for 4 seconds.]

Dranok, the Poisoned Fang, had been mere moments from lunging toward Odin, his venomous dagger gleaming with malice. The roots caught him mid-stride, jerking him back as if an unseen hand had yanked him by a leash.

"Damn you, Druid! Always hiding behind your transformation and roots like the coward you are!"

He thrashed violently, the poisoned edge of his dagger slashing at the roots in an attempt to sever them. The vines tightened in response as though angered by his defiance. Dranok's sharp, erratic movements only seemed to sap his strength faster, leaving him seething with impotent rage.

[Dranok has taken 6,400 nature damage. Immobilized for 4 seconds.]

"Cowards? It's funny coming from someone who slinks around in shadows, stabbing backs. Stay rooted, snake."

The Hobgoblin Assassin's yellowed eyes burned with fury as he spat toward the ground, his venom hissing against the icy floor.

"When I get loose, I'll cut out your tongue, druid!"

Malfurion smirked, adjusting his stance.

"By the time you get loose, you'll wish you stayed trapped."

With Gorath immobilized and Dranok helpless, Odin had the opening he needed. Malfurion's roots pulsed with a radiant green glow, their hold unwavering as the Druid maintained the spell's power.

⤷ Malfurion: They're all yours, Odin. I should be able to use two more Entangling Roots before going oom at this rate.

Odin didn't bother responding, his focus already locked on Thalgrim.

With fluid precision, he raised his blade, the frost mist swirling as he activated his Rapid Assault skill, transformed into 'Frost Surge Flurry' under the presence of Aqua's Veil.

The air around Odin seemed to freeze mid-motion, the temperature plunging as he swung the Guardian's Blade. Each slash was imbued with a surge of icy water energy, sending faint shockwaves rippling outward.

The first strike collided with Thalgrim's torso, a blade of pure frost energy cutting into his flesh and spreading a web of crackling ice across his body.

[You have dealt 8,151 water damage to the target. A chill effect has been applied. Chill: Enemy movement speed by 10%, stacking up to 5 times.]

Thalgrim roared, his muscles straining against the icy bindings as Odin followed with a second strike, this one aimed lower, forcing the Berserker's guard to falter. Frost encased his limbs, and his movements grew sluggish.

[You have dealt 8,556 water damage to the target. Chill stacks increased to 2.]

The third strike came with terrifying speed, slashing diagonally across Thalgrim's shoulder and releasing another burst of chilling energy that slowed his movements further.

[You have dealt 8,214 water damage to the target. Chill stacks increased to 3.]

The final strike was executed with surgical precision. Odin leaped backward, gathering power for a concentrated blow. His blade glowed with an ethereal blue light as he delivered the final thrust directly into Thalgrim's chest. The energy surged outward in a violent burst, freezing the Berserker solid for a brief moment before the ice cracked and shattered, sending shards scattering in all directions.

[Critical Strike!]

[You have dealt 19,874 water damage to the target. Thalgrim has been frozen.]

'... He's not dead?'

[Thalgrim the Skullsplitter - LV.139] (Mini-Boss) (1/100,750 HP)

'I guess he got an immortality skill just like I heard the Immortal Duke Grenhal, who's the strongest Berserker inside Satisfy.'

Thalgrim's body staggered under the immense force of Odin's flurry. For a brief moment, silence reigned, save for the crackling of shattered ice. Then, a deep, guttural laugh emanated from the Berserker. His blood-red eyes glowed brighter as veins of crimson energy coursed through his frostbitten frame.

"Is that all you've got, human?!" Thalgrim bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

Wounds that would have felled lesser creatures closed before Odin's eyes, though the marks of frostbite lingered on his skin. A malevolent aura surrounded Thalgrim, his presence growing more fearsome with every breath.

[Relentless Carnage Activated: Thalgrim is immune to death for 10 seconds. All damage received is converted into strength for his next attack.]

'What an overpowered skill. I might die if I choose to stay and entertain this fuck.'

Odin's expression didn't falter. "Immortality," he said with a faint smirk, his voice cutting through Thalgrim's laughter, "is only impressive when it's not borrowed time."

Without hesitation, Odin's gaze shifted to Yorga, the Beastmaster. The hobgoblin hunter, having recovered from the fear inflicted earlier, had taken a vantage point atop a broken column. His bow was drawn, arrows imbued with energy flying toward Odin's pin-point accuracy that made it annoying for him to dodge.

Yorga snarled, his voice a low growl. "You've overreached, human. My beasts will feast on your corpse!" He fired a volley of arrows, each trailing streaks of dark green energy that hissed through the air like snakes.

Odin sidestepped the first arrow, then twisted his body to avoid the next two in a display of fluid grace. The fourth arrow scraped past his Frost Armor, sending a faint shower of sparks, but left him unscathed.

"Feast on this." Odin's words were calm yet laced with menace as he activated Swift Charge, transforming it into Tidal Rush.

Odin's crimson eyes locked onto Yorga, the Hobgoblin Beastmaster. Perceiving the threat Odin had on him, the hunter loosed another arrow, its tip glowing with venomous energy as it streaked toward him. 

Sidestepping with effortless grace, Odin twisted mid-motion, allowing the arrow to whistle harmlessly past his Frost Armor. A faint shimmer of frost clung to the air around him as he planted his foot firmly against the stone floor.

He thrust his sword forward, and in a heartbeat, he activated Tidal Rush.

Water surged from beneath Odin's feet, a torrent of icy energy propelling him forward like a tidal wave given form. Yorga's eyes widened in alarm as he saw the attack coming, his instincts driving him to leap away. 

However, it was futile—Tidal Rush was unerring, homing in on its chosen prey.

The icy cascade crashed into Yorga mid-leap, enveloping him in a cocoon of freezing water. The force of the blow was staggering, launching the Beastmaster backward as frost crept up his limbs, encasing him entirely. His bow fell from his grip, clattering to the ground as he was rendered motionless.

[You have dealt 14,885 water damage to the target. Yorga has been frozen.]

Yorga, frozen in place, could only watch helplessly as Odin emerged from the icy trail, his sword glinting ominously in the faint light. A faint smirk played across Odin's lips as he remarked coldly, 

"Consider this a fitting end for a hunter who has become the hunted."

Freezing solid Yorga, he closed in on his target, and activated Tidal Strike that returned from its short cooldown. 

The water jet shot akin to a lance with a deafening blast, piercing through Yorga, who was left with a shocked expression in his frozen state, and it didn't end there, continuing in a straight line as ice crystals formed in its wake.

[Critical Hit!]

[You have dealt 21,265 water damage to Yorga the Beastmaster.] 

The blast didn't stop at Yorga; it pierced forward, and there was once again the unlucky Assassin who got rooted down by Malfurion's druid spell, struggling against the twisted thick roots of nature. 

"You cursed bastard!" Dranok spat, his voice hoarse with rage. "Why is it always me?! You'd better pray you never fall into my hands because when I'm free, I'll carve my name into your skull!"

This time, he wasn't even caught off guard as the Tidal Strike struck him in his chest, but instead of sending him flying, since he was rooted, he absorbed all the damage. 

Frost crept outward from the impact point, jagged patterns spreading across his armor and flesh. Steam shrilled as the icy water met the poisonous aura emanating from his weapon, but the frost didn't relent, biting deep into his skin and slowing his movements further.

[Critical Hit!]

[You have dealt 21,265 water damage to Dranok the Poisoned Fang.] 

Ignoring the curses or any taunts from the pathetic goblin assassin, and without pause, Odin raised his free hand, arcane energy swirling to life in his palm as he targetted the Beastmaster, yet for the Assassin seeing the Human Mage channel another spell that was in his direction made him struggle on his feet and move even though he was slowed.

Nonetheless, he was lucky. The main target Odin wanted to kill remained the Beastmaster.

The first missile erupted from his hand with a resonant hum, streaking toward Yorga like a vengeful comet. 

The impact was catastrophic, shattering the frozen prison around Yorga and sending shards of ice flying in all directions. The Beastmaster's body jerked violently as the missile tore through his chest, leaving a gaping wound rimmed with frost. His head snapped back, eyes wide with shock, as blood sprayed in an arc before freezing mid-air, forming crimson icicles.

Before Yorga could recover, the second missile streaked through the icy mist left by the first. It struck, slamming into the Beastmaster with even greater ferocity. 

The sheer force blasted him off the column, his body spiraling through the air before crashing to the ground. Frost crystals spread from the impact point, creeping across his form as he lay broken and gasping.

[Critical Hit!]

[You have dealt 13,880 damage to Yorga the Beastmaster.]

Odin stepped forward, his boots crunching against the frost-rimmed stone as he approached the battered and gasping Yorga. The Beastmaster lay sprawled, his breath coming in ragged bursts. 

Odin's crimson eyes glinted with cold amusement as he tilted his head, surveying the pitiable state of his prey.

"Still clinging to life, are we?" Odin's voice was sharp, cutting through the din of battle like a blade. 

"That shaman's little tricks might buy you a minute, maybe two. But let's not pretend it'll matter. You're a corpse pretending to be a hunter, goblin vermin."

Yorga's cracked lips moved, his voice barely audible. "You... won't... win..."

Odin leaned closer, his smirk deepening. "Oh, but I already have. Your boss doesn't see value in your lives anyway. So, just lie down and die."

Just as he was about to deliver a fishing blow to Yorga, a hulking monster loomed in the periphery, momentarily disturbing his plans since Thalgrim's Immortal State made it challenging for him to fight inside the pocket. 

Thalgrim caught up to him, healed once more by Makran, but this time it was a lesser form of healing apart from his 'Chant'. This one seems to be the 'Healing Totem'.

Odin's smirk didn't waver as Thalgrim charged toward him.

With a swing of his Greatsword at stupendous speeds, Odin had no option but to backtrack, evading the sword strikes as if they were the plague, fully aware that this Berserker could at least One-Shot him if all stars were aligned for the Hobgoblin.

The force of the swings was palpable, sending shockwaves through the ground and scattering loose frost in every direction.

He shifted his focus, ignoring Thalgrim's relentless pursuit. His gaze fell upon Dranok, the Assassin still struggling against Malfurion's earlier root spell. The goblin's poisonous daggers dripped with venom as he clawed at the entangling vines, his breath ragged and his armor frosted from Odin's earlier strikes.

"Waste your time chasing me, Berserker."

Odin dismissed Thalgrim with a calculated pivot, deciding to exploit Dranok's vulnerable state instead. His boots scraped against the icy floor as he closed the distance, his sword gleaming ominously. Each step was deliberate, a hunter stalking his prey.

Meanwhile, Gorath, the Hobgoblin Warlord, roared furiously and charged toward Malfurion. 

The druid, perched atop a column, remained unfazed by the brute's approach. Odin's eyes flickered toward the unfolding scene, a flicker of amusement crossing his features. 

"Go on, pig," he murmured under his breath. "Let's see if you can catch a bird."

Malfurion didn't disappoint. Just as Gorath's massive axe swung upward, the druid's form shimmered, transforming into an elegant owl wreathed in soft moonlight. 

Feathers scattered like silver leaves as he launched into the air with a powerful beat of his wings, evading the warlord's attack entirely. The owl spiraled through the frosty mist, its keen eyes locking onto Odin below.

"You're enjoying this too much," Malfurion remarked, his voice low inside the voice chat.

Odin chuckled, his crimson gaze glinting. "I'd say you're the one having fun, flying circles around that idiot." He gestured with a flick of his blade. "Now stop playing around and get over here before you end up as axe bait."

As Malfurion soared toward him, Odin redirected his attention to Dranok. 

The Assassin had finally freed himself from the roots but was visibly weakened, his movements sluggish from frostbite and earlier blows. Odin approached with a predatory grace, his sword flashing as he struck with a series of precise, basic attacks.

Dranok snarled, lashing out with his poisoned daggers, but Odin deflected each blow with ease, his swordplay immaculate. The Assassin was no match for Odin's unrelenting assault. Each strike chipped away at Dranok's defences, driving the goblin further into a corner.

"I'll carve you to pieces!" Dranok spat, venom dripping from his words as much as his blades. His movements became more erratic, desperation fueling his strikes.

Odin sidestepped another wild swing, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're welcome to try. Though at this rate, I'll be carving you for a nice ice sculpture instead."

Just as Odin raised his sword for the finishing blow, Dranok's body shimmered with a dark aura. With a burst of energy, the goblin activated Shadow Step, disappearing from Odin's strike and reappearing behind Gorath. 

The Warlord turned in surprise, snarling as Dranok used him as a shield.

"Makran! Totem—NOW!" Dranok bellowed, his voice laced with panic as he cowered behind the larger hobgoblin.

Odin's smirk deepened. "Running already, snake? That's disappointing." 

His grip tightened on his sword as a faint blue glow began to emanate from its blade, water and wind swirling together in an intricate dance. Aqua's Veil amplified the power of his skill, and the room seemed to still as he raised the weapon.

With a swift motion, Odin activated Tempest Sword's Final Slash, unleashing a devastating, crescent-shaped wave of energy. 

The water-laced strike tore through the air with a deafening roar, shards of ice forming in its wake. The wave struck Dranok dead center, bypassing Gorath entirely.

The Assassin barely had time to scream as the attack hit, the force severing his head cleanly from his shoulders. Blood sprayed into the air, freezing almost instantly, while his headless body collapsed behind Gorath. 

[You have slain 'Dranok the Poisoned Fang' gaining the following rewards: 700,000 EXP, Venomspike Dagger (Rare), Elixir of the Snake's Fang (Epic), Cloak of Shadowsilk (Epic), Weapon Enhancement Stone ×3, Armor Enhancement Stone ×3, 84 Gold Coins]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up! Congratulations on reaching level 113.]

The Warlord roared in frustration, stepping away from the grisly remains of his ally and charging at Odin, who shifted his cloaks instead of the rare cloak he was using that only offered some intelligence stats bonus, which was minimal, to say the least, he put on the newly acquired 'Cloak of Shadowsilk'. 

[Cloak of Shadowsilk]

[Rating: Epic

Durability: 285/285 | Defense: 15

* Increases the user's evasion rate by +15% 

* 15% chance to become invisible for 1 second when attacked.

★The skill 'Shadowstep' has been generated | Active - 500 MP (Cooldown: 2 minutes): Teleport to a location within 10 meters, leaving behind a decoy that explodes for minor damage after 3 seconds.

Woven from the threads of shadow itself, this cloak bends light to protect its wearer.

Conditions of Use: Level 135 or higher

Weight: 10]

'This one will be of good use for now. It's a great item for Malakai or LunchBox, but they will have to wait.'

'Let's quickly wrap up the Mini-Bosses before the Boss starts acting up.'