Lefiya stroked the Salamander Wool in her hands, her face filled with admiration.
"A spirit's creation feels so incredible no matter how many times I touch it!"
Salamander Wool was one of the spirit clothing series.
It was crafted by spirits using special techniques to infuse their own magic into the material. Items made by spirits carried their protection and possessed remarkably mysterious special effects.
Depending on the type of spirit, their crafting methods, and the nature of the magic bestowed upon the item, the resulting effects varied greatly.
As a member of the elven race, Lefiya had grown up listening to stories about spirits and deeply admired these extraordinary beings.
Spirits.
They were strange lifeforms that frequently appeared in the various epic myths of this world, also known as holy spirits, nymphs, and so on.
Few in number and highly mysterious, they often served as messengers of the gods in various tales and were considered by the world to be the race closest to the divine.
"It is said that long ago, before the gods descended to the lower world, spirits were entrusted by the gods to assist heroes in fighting the monsters that escaped from the Dungeon and ran rampant. There are descriptions of it in all kinds of books and picture books.
The spirits who accompanied heroes in ancient times were practically equivalent to the Falna of today. It is rare to see them nowadays, though."
Lefiya spoke as she stroked the garment, sounding somewhat regretful.
"As long as you truly seek them, you'll definitely meet them someday. But... for now, put on the Salamander Wool.
Once we're ready, we'll enter the thirteenth floor."
It was rare to see Lefiya so enthusiastic, and Liber did not want to interrupt her. He had already put on the Salamander