Lior and Caelum had been inside the room for quite some time now, as Lior wrestled with his thoughts, torn between the options laid before him. His brows furrowed, his eyes half-lidded in concentration, as if every scroll on the table carried the weight of his future.
'I already have my innate ability that serves as a weapon in itself, and it's highly offensive,' he reasoned silently. 'So what I truly need now is either a defensive skill or a supportive one that can balance out my strength. If I'm only allowed to choose one, then it has to be something that complements my power instead of mirroring it.'
