Theron moved like a shadow through the streets. If one looked at him now, it would feel as though he was a fleeting shadow, his body splitting into strands of black fog and white breath beneath the cool night air.
But no one did see him.
It was like he didn't exist at all.
In silence, the Nightingale Ancestor Bird watched Theron from afar, feeling somewhat incredulous. Theron didn't feel like someone who had been with the Dark Element all their life. His progress in the last few weeks was too much.
Now, he felt like a master of the element, as though it had been ingrained into his very soul.
There had been something contradictory about Theron's existence that the Ancestor had never been able to reconcile. Theron was such a genius, but why was his Dark Mana Control so lacking? Why did he feel like a newbie every time he activated the energy?
