Northern stood before Judgment, who abruptly halted the moment she saw him appear out of nowhere.
Jerimoth stopped too, settling into a cautious stance while Judgment grunted with irritation. Even through bloody eyes, she was glaring at Northern with the kind of hostility most people reserved for mortal enemies.
Northern looked at her blankly, said nothing, then turned to Jerimoth.
"Your talent... what are the chances that it may be applicable to the body? Like, could you mark your own body and reduce your weight, increase it, control it more precisely? I think that could affect your combat power significantly."
Jerimoth was confused for a moment.
'Why have I never thought about that?'
There were several reasons he could think of, actually, one being the fact that his talent was only a Class A talent. It was impressive and all, but it had its limits.
