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As the auctioneer removed the silk cover, gasps of curiosity and anticipation rippled through the grand hall. On the overhead screens, the object was broadcast in high resolution for every guest in the hall to get a clearer view. Beneath the crimson cloth sat a transparent crystal-glass case. Inside it, was the upper torso of a female mannequin, elegant and smooth. Draped over the mannequin was a sleeveless vest that, at first glance, appeared deceptively plain.

It didn’t gleam like gold, nor shimmer like enchanted steel. Instead, it had the muted shine of brushed silver, almost like dim moonlight caught in cloth. It looked thin... soft even. Some guests exchanged puzzled looks, clearly unimpressed.

Those who had waited eagerly for the grand finale of the auction now wore expressions of disappointment. "Was this the rumoured legendary item?" was the question on their minds.

The auctioneer, sensing the atmosphere shift, raised his hand and said, "I understand your initial reaction. It looks plain, unassuming even. But that, my friends, is one of its greatest strengths."

He gestured dramatically toward the vest and continued, "What you are seeing is not an ordinary piece of armour. This is the Vest of the Mytherial Moon. Certified by our most trusted experts, this armour is woven from Mytherial Silk, a near-extinct material crafted from the threads of the elusive Astral Moths... creatures found only in the Valley of the Thousand Stars in the dark realm of Molgrath." Follow current novᴇls on novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet

The screen zoomed in on the texture of the vest, revealing the intricate weaves within.

"To the touch, it feels like satin. But strike it with steel, claw, or spell... the fibers tighten, transforming into a barrier harder than any known alloy from Earth or the other worlds."

Murmurs spread among the audience.

"This vest doesn’t rely on bulky plating or layered leather. It’s light, flexible, and adapts to the wearer’s body. It enhances your mobility... you can fight, run, dance, or train with ease. The threads are woven with ancient arcane runes, which resonate with the wearer’s spiritual aura and provide tailored resistance to incoming attacks. According to our tests, no weapon below Heaven Grade can pierce it."

Gasps and rustles of surprise now echoed through the crowd.