Several years ago, when Ureyn decided to lock himself in his mill, he could not reflect Adam's Imaginary Cut, neither with his needle, nor with his techniques, nor even with his wind.
It would have been impossible, not only because Ureyn was a little weaker as a being at the time, but because his control over energy was much worse.
Now, he realized that spending several years on techniques and needle control was a big mistake, but his efforts did not go unnoticed by his wind.
And, Ureyn was only gaining the power that should have been his from the beginning.
He was a monster from the Forgotten Mills, and his result should have delighted the others, for there was such talent among them.
However, the joy was only visible on the Black Cut side, and in their case, simply because they enjoyed watching the fight.
Draug clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Ureyn.
"He has such talent, and now the Gray Needle won't get any of it!"
