Everyone had painful memories—except Durandal.
Or rather, she did have them, but they seemed far too insignificant in her memories. Durandal left suffering behind and trained step by step, grew stronger step by step, and became Schicksal's strongest step by step.
The rewards brought by effort were as precise as a game's reward system, never stopping and never arriving late.
"Have you seen enough?"
Surtr looked away. Anyone would be drawn to that dazzling firelight like the dawn. She could not relate to it at all, not even a trace of resonance.
If she looked any longer, she feared she would become a moth rushing into the flames.
"In the early stages, it manifests as a berserk state. You're already doing well. Without supervision, awakening can even take hundreds of lives in an instant. Originium talents are like demons—they always bring you what you want most in the way you least expect."
"When you gain something, you lose something too."
FrostNova had spoken a little too much today, which was not good for her organs. Every word she uttered exhaled cold air.
Hoshino nodded.
Surtr's ability was somewhat like a simple enhancement of spiritual perception. Her mind had reached an entirely new level, but she was still unable to adapt to the change, which made her miserable.
If it were allowed to develop freely, she would probably become something like a seer or prophet—a relatively gentle profession.
But she was destined to draw that burning sword.
Hoshino followed the Yeti Squad toward the next target, giving Surtr time to adjust. Burning lava swept over the snowfields once more, scorching out a hollow as mines turned into searing volcanic clusters.
Strange climatic changes swept through the capital of Ursus.
It should have been the brief season of early warmth, yet goose-feather