Although the rewards were lacking in details, Kuber found himself in a position where he had to choose solely based on their names. His priority was clear; above all else, he desired a mask. The allure of concealment and intrigue drew him in, a desire stronger than any other.
With a determined breath, he declared, "I choose the sable mask of shadows."
Before him materialized a mask, its hue a deep, captivating black adorned with delicate, golden patterns woven intricately into the fabric.
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[The Sable Mask of Shadows]
The Sable Mask of Shadows bestowed upon its wearer the power to dissolve into obscurity, a chameleon in any environment, blending seamlessly with utmost finesse.
[Rank] – C
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Observing the mask's classification, Kuber couldn't help but comment, "A C-rank mask... Acceptable, I suppose."
