Leon watched the lunatic crumble into a cloud of corrupt mist, the figure disintegrating before the blade could descend.
The mist rolled outward like ink in water, twisting through the broken air.
And the instant it spread, Racheal's voice cracked through the stunned silence.
"Did Leon just use my talent?"
Her eyes were wide, pupils trembling as if she'd witnessed something impossible.
The others turned sharply toward her, surprised by the sudden accusation.
Seeing everyone stare, she took a breath and explained,
"Throne of Boundless Perception, lets me perceive what normally can't be perceived. It reaches concepts that shouldn't have form. Fate. Time. Space. Reality. Soul. Everything abstract."
Her words floated through the group like a forbidden secret.
Even the Dowager, still recovering from the chaos, murmured under her breath,
"Talent?"
Malachi offered her a soft shrug.
"You'll get used to it, Your Grace."
The Dowager eyed the beastman but stayed silent.
