"Are you...the Main Mind?"
The singular moment that followed felt like my entire body had paused in function. The implications of such a thing...the purpose of this trial...the method to prove myself...my perception of it all would have to change.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I waited, until finally, the beast's claw raised, then came down to the tap the ground...Twice.
By Lysha'el...it really is...me.
First came the shock. Then the denial and disbelief. But then the information started to settle, and the ends of my mouth curled into a grin.
I can use this.
The biggest problem when it came to fighting beasts at a higher rank than me, was that the power, speed and frequency of their attacks could outpace my healing. Aside from that little caveat, and of course, the mind-numbing pain of having your body crushed into a pulp, fighting opponents with strength that eclipsed my own was only beneficial, because growing my Resistances just became that much easier.
