Seeing the poor bastard whose face was somehow paler than before, not to mention it's erratic breath which made it look as if he was about so fall and die, Daimon smirked, if what he understood about Marlene's lineage ability was right, she could temporarily steal a certain portion of the luck of others and add it to her own temporarily.
There were many variables that let alone Daimon, even Marlene didn't know about her ability, because all the records of her clan were lost, in fact the spells and martial arts that her clan used were either created by the elders that dedicated their lives to take care of the young generations or things that were obtained through trades from the many nomad tribes of the Maelstrom Sea.
