Zephyr allowed Mark time to ponder the question.
Mark feigned needing time to think about it.
After less than thirty seconds, Zephyr tapped the floor with his foot.
Patience was running thin.
Mark could feel it.
"The fact that they're my Titles?"
The fingers wrapped around Zephyr's Spear twitched.
Mark understood the answer was a bad one.
He decided to correct himself before that Spear could be pointed towards his heart.
"I can Evolve by Devouring Monsters. That's why I'm... The Devourer... And the Evolving Monster...?"
"Mm." Zephyr nodded.
A short silence ensued.
"You don't seem sure of your answer."
Mark thought that having an honest discussion was his best bet.
And so, he acted accordingly.
"I don't know much... Still."
"What about?"
"Titles... Magic... The World..."
Mark attempted to enlarge the topic of discussion.
