Sitting in her private lounge, Theresa shook her head when she watched the grin full befitting an absolute battle junky marring Adam's handsome face.
Even though he didn't fight at close range like her, there was no doubt about the fact that this boy had indeed been raised by none other than Cecilia.
He showed the same no-style no-sense way of fighting as that battle-hungry brute of a sister that she had. It was a way of fighting that relied more on pure instincts and moments of craziness than any strategic way of fighting. It was an absolute show of beastly instincts.
The one thing was, 'Just how many powers does he have?'
This wasn't a normal phenomenon.
Telekinesis, illusions, lightning control, as well as gravity?
It was clear that he was an apostle. But even for an apostle, using so many different skills at the same time would need years upon years of training and they would be limited by the power of the entities with whom they signed a contract.
