[You have once again escaped the vortex of death, which has greatly pleased the Lady of the Dark Night. Thus, she has thoughtfully draped you in a thin veil derived from the essence of Shadow.]
[From now on, you can freely control any fluctuations of Power, aura of life, and even the glimmer of your soul, perfectly dissolving them behind the veil, like a drop of water returning to the dark Deep Sea.]
[Even the high and mighty Gods will find it difficult to discern your depths unless they deliberately focus and scrutinize you.]
[This is quite a... convenient little gift, isn't it? Of course, walking in the Shadow always comes with a small price. As for what that price is, just as Shire likes to do, let's leave a little mystery.]
"Conceal... my aura?"
Roland frowned slightly. Then, with a mere thought, he "draped" on that veil of Shadow.
In the next moment, an insubstantial, cool sensation enveloped his entire body with almost no resistance.
