'Mana Glove,' he thought to himself.
Just as he had expected, a golden glove materialized over his right hand.
The process was instantaneous, the mana weaving together with a familiar hum of power that vibrated against his skin.
It didn't feel like a heavy gauntlet of metal, and was instead like a second skin made of pure, condensed light, conforming perfectly to the shape of his fingers and palm.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the pair of gloves.
He immediately noticed the difference between how the gloves looked now compared to how they had appeared when he was in the Limit-Breaker state.
The visual shift was subtle to an outsider, but to his refined senses, it was as clear as day.
The gloves weren't as thick as they had been before.
The golden light emanating from them was significantly dimmer, lacking that blinding, sun-like brilliance that had characterized his "Mr. White" persona.
