I am an Eldritch Entity?

Eryndor approached the altar, his steps slow and steady as he took in the majesty of the Cloak.

The Sovereign's Cloak was made of a dark black fabric. It was embroidered with golden runes, each of them pulsing faintly with a soft glow. 

The edges were trimmed with a thin line of shimmering material embedded completely with various patterns.

Eryndor returned his gaze to the lines etched upon the altar. 

[Sovereign's Cloak]

[Grade: Latent]

[An inviolable shield that encompasses all forms of protection, including but not limited to:

Defense against physical attacks.

Resistance to mental manipulation, psychic attacks and mind-reading.

Immunity against attempts to scry/divine your location or future.

Protection from control-based abilities such as immovability, body manipulation, and possession.]

[Note: The Sovereign's Cloak consumes energy of Consciousness]

Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise, his heart filled with astonishment as he read through its description. 

Is it mine to use? I mean, of course it would be, but…wow. I wonder what does 'Latent' mean though. 

And what is this new energy? No information I've come across ever mentioned this energy.

Judging by the name, he figured that it was probably an inherent energy which every living being possessed. 

Eryndor stepped forward, now face to face with the cloak as he raised his hand to touch it, wariness evident in his approach.

Fortunately, nothing happened as the Cloak gracefully wrapped itself around his body as soon as he touched it.

It's comfortable.

The Cloak brought about a warm comfy feeling to him despite being in his own mental space.

He also noticed that the Cloak re-sized itself automatically to fit his personal body measurements.

Ahh, this Cloak looks cool as fuck. It's even better when I wear the hoodie.

He excitedly thought while examining the Cloak.

After looking around the room, he left after realizing there was nothing else.

The opened door now had a huge title above it.

[Sovereign's Cloak - Latent]

He paid no heed to it and advanced towards the next door. 

As expected, when Eryndor tried opening the second door, it shook a bit compared to before when it was absolutely still.

Eryndor had a few guesses about the next condition to open the door so he calmly retreated from the Mind Palace.

When he was back in the real world, Eryndor realized the Cloak had followed him outside.

With a focused effort, it was gone.

Convenient. I can wear and remove it with a thought.

Eryndor relished in its ease of use but his mood dropped just as easily.

How will I explain where the Cloak is appearing from and where it is disappearing to?

He didn't know if something like spatial artifacts existed or not. He also had no idea if there were people with more than one talent.

Eryndor didn't intend to take any risk.

He contemplated briefly and ultimately settled on only using it when there was no possibility of its exposure unless a safer method came up.

Exhaling lightly, Eryndor leaned back into his bed and went to sleep as it was already midnight.

Practicing techniques didn't relieve you of the need to sleep, at least in the early stages.

*****

Eryndor woke up early in the morning, surprised to witness the training area already occupied with his roommates.

The two women were fighting against Drakarion, who still managed to maintain an upper hand.

Holy shit, I need to step up my game if I want more power.

His thoughts had two meanings, as he meant both in terms of hard work and the amount of skill his roommates had in combat.

Eryndor was quick to admit he was nowhere near the level of any of his roommates.

Paulina had a very dangerous style of combat, as she always went for the vitals. Her movements allowed her to always stay out of range of Drakarion's attacks and swoosh in within a moment to aim at vitals.

Valentina had an extremely basic combat style. She could only be on the receiving end of Drakarion's offense, launching a counterattack once in a while when Paulina attracted his attention.

Lastly, Drakarion had the most dominant combat style out of anyone Eryndor had seen. Granted, he wasn't into watching fights, but he still had a basic judging sense to realise that much.

His bare fists were powerful enough to match the gloved fists of Valentina, and even push her back. 

It was a point of considerable importance because they weren't common gloves but specially reinforced heavy gloves.

Even in the face of Paulina's accurate strikes he always somehow turned the situation around such that he wouldn't be the one to retreat. 

He counterattacked every chance he got, parrying strike after strikes easily to swing his hammer of a fist with deadly force and precision.

He seemed to have eyes everywhere, with an almost inhuman combat sense to always respond correctly in any situation.

Can I ever reach that level? Even if I practice endlessly?

Eryndor hesitated for a moment before a wry smile graced his face. It would be difficult.

But he quickly cheered up again.

He most likely wasn't a human, he could afford to not be stuck on limited means of combat.

Passive Regeneration

Telekinesis

Cognitive Scrying

And now, Sovereign's Cloak.

He could very easily afford an entirely different style of combat which had zero need to rely particularly on being proficient at basic human level of fighting.

The fight ended shortly after, with both of the women panting due to being out of stamina. Drakarion looked the same as always, with no hint of sweat or heavy breathing.

Eryndor was curious.

"Is your ability combat related?"

The young man grinned. 

"Yes, but I never used it once in this fight. Or more like, I didn't feel the need to."

Without anyone prompting him, he continued with a laugh.

"No need to ask, I'll tell you. My ability is Damage Mitigation.

"As long as I am conscious, I can mitigate a part of the damage I received to anyone in my vicinity."

The two women had pale faces when they realized how much more difficult it would've been if they had managed to even land an attack.

Eryndor sighed and shook his head.

Fucking monster. Will I be able to defeat him if I use everything I've got?