"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin" Chapter 371: The Voidfire Gauntlets – Forging the Untouchabl

A Thought in the Dark

Seraphis sat in the heart of Raven’s Perch, deep within the fortress where she kept her most valuable findings. A single candle flickered beside her, casting shadows over the aged parchnt, books, and artifacts she had gathered over ti.

She had spent the entire day testing her new Sanguine Voidfire Card, learning its properties, its secrets. But now, a new thought plagued her mind.

"Voidfire is powerful, but it’s also unpredictable."

Unlike normal flas, Voidfire did not simply burn—it devoured. It could consu flesh, steel, and even magic itself.

If she could find a way to contain it, to control it in her grasp without it consuming her, she would beco even more unstoppable.

Her eyes flickered toward a pair of worn black gloves sitting atop a pile of treasures.

They weren’t just any gloves.

They were relics, stolen from an ancient assassin whose life she had ended long ago.

They were lined with mysterious ancient runes, ones she had never deciphered.

"Perhaps it’s ti I change that."

The Experint Begins

She slid the gloves onto her hands, flexing her fingers. The leather was tight but supple, reinforced with woven tal fibers beneath the surface.

Then, she retrieved her Voidfire spell, summoning a flickering tendril of black and crimson fla between her fingertips.

The air around the fla shuddered, warping like a mirage. The very presence of the fire seed to pull the warmth from the room, leaving the air cold and sharp.

Seraphis exhaled.

"If these gloves can withstand this… then they’re more than just relics."

She slowly lowered her hand—gloved fingers reaching toward the fla.

Contact

The mont the glove touched the Voidfire, Seraphis braced herself—expecting the leather to scorch, for the tal fibers to twist and break.

But…

Nothing happened.

The fla flickered, swirling around her fingertips, but it did not consu the glove.

Seraphis narrowed her eyes.

She turned her hand, letting the fla lick against the palm, the knuckles, the wrist.

Still—nothing.

The gloves had absorbed the magic rather than resisted it.

"Fascinating…"

Understanding the Ancient Runes

Seraphis leaned in closer, examining the intricate symbols woven into the gloves.

So of them were familiar—old protection sigils, commonly found on enchanted armor.

But others…

These were different.

They were ancient, far older than anything she had studied before. The patterns curled and twisted in ways that felt unnatural, almost as if they were shifting beneath her gaze.

She grabbed an inked quill and parchnt, carefully sketching out the symbols so she could decipher them.

"If I can understand these… I can improve them."

The First Modification

Using her knowledge of runesmithing, Seraphis began altering the engravings.

She dipped a thin blade into Voidfire, then traced the runes with it—searing them deeper into the fabric of the gloves.

The mont she did, the runes glowed dark red, pulsing like veins coming to life.

The gloves humd in response, the ancient magic within them stirring, as if awakening from a deep slumber.

A chill ran down her spine.

"These weren’t just assassin gloves… They were sothing far more powerful."

A True Test

She needed to go further.

This ti, she conjured a larger fla, letting it hover in her palm.

Then—she closed her fingers around it.

The black fire should have eaten through her flesh.

Instead, the flas simply curled within her grip, tad, docile, obedient.

A slow smirk spread across her lips.

"I can hold Voidfire in my hands."

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.

These gloves were no longer just protection.

They were a conduit.

The Final Test – A Blade’s Edge

She turned toward a dagger on the table, its blade sharpened to a fine point.

Gripping it tightly, she dragged the edge across the palm of her gloved hand.

A sharp sting cut through her senses.

She pulled her hand back.

A thin crimson line had appeared through the leather, a shallow cut forming beneath the glove.

Seraphis frowned.

"So it protects from magic… but not from physical damage?"

She flexed her fingers, watching as blood pooled on the surface of the glove but did not seep through.

It was a paradox.

These gloves could handle Voidfire, Sanguine Voidfire, and even dark magic.

But physical damage still went through.

It was an odd limitation, but one she could work around.

For now, she had exactly what she wanted—a way to wield the untouchable fla.

Naming the Artifact

She removed the gloves, setting them gently on the table, watching as the runes continued to pulse faintly.

"You are no longer just relics of the past."

She traced her fingers over the leather, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"From now on, you will be known as the Voidfire Gauntlets."

A na worthy of what they had beco.

She had transford a re pair of gloves into sothing that could wield the impossible.

And now, she was ready to take her experints even further.

Magic alone was not enough.

She needed artifacts, tools, and weapons that could withstand the sheer power she was beginning to uncover.

And this was just the beginning.