"But I don't want to comment on what happened in the past."
Dreamweaver's psionic intuition was keen, and she quickly picked up on Blood Core's fluctuations. Brushing aside a stray lock behind her ear, she said softly:
"How convenient, not wanting to comment."
"Have you really forgotten? Back then, your two families joined forces while my teacher's soul was away beyond this realm and waged a brutal war against our family of psionic wielders. If I hadn't escaped into the Spirit Realm with my last shred of psionics, our lineage would probably have been wiped out long ago."
"You call me a witch. That's right, I am a witch. I want to kill every last one of you and make you feel the pain I once suffered."
Blood Core's gaze was icy, but he said nothing more.
Clearly.
He, too, tacitly acknowledged that this history existed between them.
Lynn: "..."
Without a doubt, no matter the world, wherever there were people, there would be conflict.
For them to have fought to this extent and still cooperate again, the situation here must truly have reached a point where they had no choice but to set aside their grudges for now and weather the crisis together.
"All right, we can talk about the rest later."
Lynn adjusted his Monocle, divine light flickering in his eyes.
"How do I gain better control over this power?"
Dreamweaver smiled at him, lightly folding her arms across her chest.
"It's simple. Whatever form a power takes, if you don't have a way to bring out its strengths, then as far as I'm concerned, it's wasted effort. Mana has magic, and a powerful physique has all sorts of combat techniques. But from what I've observed of you lately..."
She shook her head in disappointment, her gaze distant.