Khal was speechless by the sudden change of events, but shortly after a smile plastered over his face and slowly tightened his grip around his spear.
'Martial Techniques, Gifts and now Blessings. Is there anything I can't copy?'
Now Khal truly felt regret and was angry about the fact that such a Talent was sealed away from him during his time in the First Realm. Such an ability made him possess and imitate simply anything he saw after a single glance was completely out of this world.
Simply put, this Talent of his was just like the relic on his wrist and could allow him to possess as many abilities as he wishes.
[Not quite. Your Talent seems to have a very huge flaw.]
Suddenly, Nova's voice sounded in Khal's head, surprising Khal slightly.
'What do you mean by that? If you are talking about the level of mastery that I can use the abilities depending on the individual I am imitating, that's indeed a flaw but not a big one.' said Khal calmly.
