"Black Merge? Is that the name of a skill? How'd you get it?" Lyrian questioned further, as he was intrigued.
'What a powerful ability... I can't believe how much it boosted his strength. Even though it wasn't much to me, his power soared by leaps and bounds while activating it! In truth, he probably became as strong as someone with an OP of 5 simply by using that spell, when he only has an OP of 1 normally.'
"I don't know. I was just born with it." The boy said, clutching his head as he rose to his feet.
"Born with it? Who are you? What's your family name?"
"Uh... well. My name is Ranthor. Ranthor Crysalis. I don't know who I am, or who my parents are, so don't bother asking. I'm an orphan, a nobody. That's all you need to know." The boy wiped the blood off his face.
"I am only alive to take care of my sister. Without her, I am nothing. A spec of dust that can be wiped off the face of the planet." The boy's tone was filled with truthful ambition.
