The identity of the hidden figure was finally revealed as the remnants of his dark mantle disintegrated into sparks. He had the appearance of a young man, no older than his early twenties, with short, dark hair and a strikingly handsome face. However, the most distinctive feature was the seven stars on his forehead, each one a different color, radiating a swirling, overwhelming force of cosmic energy.
Right now, that face was twisted in a mask of fury and hatred. The loss of the Mantle of Darkness, one of his most powerful treasures, had driven him to the brink of rage.
That mantle had not been a mere ability, but a divine artifact granted to him by his master. It allowed him to conceal his presence, evade detection, and shield himself from a considerable amount of damage. As long as even a fragment of the mantle remained, it could regenerate over time. It had been his trump card for millennia.
