After all, he was not a pure-blooded Veela. If the power of his bloodline went completely berserk, it would be difficult to control.
Seeing that Grindelwald's attack had ended, Steve struggled to suppress the Veela blood that had awakened and gone wild within him.
He needed to maintain the balance between frenzy and calm.
Only then could he use the power of his bloodline to hinder or stop Grindelwald's control over natural magic, while making his own spells more powerful.
The faint killing intent Grindelwald had felt toward Steve vanished when he saw Steve's constantly changing appearance.
Sudden interest suppressed that trace of killing intent. Right in front of Steve, he casually sat down on a gap in the wall.
With a wave of his hand, the giant serpent above them turned into rubble scattered across the ground.
He was very curious about how far a wizard born with such mixed blood could command the power of his bloodline.
Yet Steve had no idea what Grindelwald intended. He forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his body and fixed Grindelwald with his large eyes, whose pupils and whites were sharply distinct.
"Hey! You're not Albus. I'm not interested in you!"
"But go ahead and get yourself sorted out. I'm beneath ambushing you."
"I've fought Animagus bloodline wizards before. I hope your use of bloodline power won't be too far behind theirs."
Hearing that, Steve reconsidered. Grindelwald had not become known as the strongest Dark Lord by relying on ambush after ambush; he had fought his way to the throne through duels.
Since you don't think you're being arrogant, why should I remind you?
With that thought, Steve calmed himself and began controlling the endless power surging from his bloodline.
Across from him, Grindelwald stared unblinkingly at Steve's mismatched pupils, watching every change