Snowbottle suddenly came to a realization that he had been using the power wrongly all along.
What he needed to do, was not out rightly drain the tattoo of its power, but something else entirely.
Since Darklings had the ability to charge up daranite, why not charge up the Daranite through the power that had been given to him?
Snowbottle slowly and painfully pushed himself off the ground.
It was not easy, and he's body felt sour all over, but he had to do it.
For himself and all the people that he needed to keep safe.
Emilia saw what he was about to do. Both of them exchanged eye contact and she shook her head, "don't it!" she whispered.
However, Snowbottle had already made up his mind.
"Hey, Flat chest!!!" He called to Sam.
" Flat chest?" Snowbottle's choice of words were stinging, and it even made Sam's face twitch a little.
"I'll break you for saying that, you know!" she frowned.
