The man shifted his sword with deliberate precision.
"Over the past few months, I've carefully gathered intel about you. And I must say, you're one lucky bastard. Awakening with a talent that can copy other people's abilities—hell, it can even gift others whatever it steals. That's one devastating talent. If not the strongest to ever exist."
His eyes blazed fierce, dark fire burning within.
"But there are certain conditions to its usage, aren't there? That's why you can't just waltz around copying talents. Also, giving people your abilities seems to drain you dry, so you don't do it often."
Northern's expression turned stone-cold. He wondered how exactly he had discovered this—which of the Star Chasers had spilled his secrets. But he didn't want to ask.
The man could have used other means to uncover the truth. Though everything he was spouting was built on misconceptions.
He sighed.
'I guess no one can really understand me and how I work…'
