"...There are levels to this."
The temperature around the barren land started to rise and return to normal at the same time as Esme's breaths escaped her lips.
Levels — of course, Rhys already knew that — he had known it ever since his mother was violently murdered in front of him. Nobles are just different breeds altogether, even someone like Agatha who is completely untrained in battle made him run away.
But then again, Agatha's element was a completely violent one; mostly made for destruction. But if it was someone else…
"I know, Ma'am. Thank you for going easy on me," Rhys let out a short but very deep sigh as he turned to look at Esme. He once again tried to find any Hearts floating above her head, but they were still completely absent — why?
His powers, he understood them, but at the same time, he knew absolutely nothing about them still.
