"So you're saying this isn't just about hiding how strong I am. It's about hiding something the System itself has stamped on me." I asked quietly.
Dante nodded slowly. "Exactly. Your will, your presence, those you can learn to control. But your talent mark? That's different. That's like a signature burned into your existence. The only way to hide it is to understand how it works first."
I frowned, my eyes narrowing slightly. "But why would the System even allow something like this? I mean, if it wants to, it could hide the marking, couldn't it?"
He exhaled through his nose, his face turning thoughtful. "It sure can," he said, his voice softer now. Then he went quiet, his eyes drifting as if he was looking back through memories only he could see.
I waited. Dante always spoke when he was ready. Finally, he did. "You see, we consider the System the ultimate ruler of our universe. The only reason we've been able to resist the Eternals' invasion for so long is because of the System."
