"God is strong. Humans are weak. Angels are somewhere in-between."
As Claudius heard these words, he shuddered in ignorance.
"No matter how powerful a human tries to become, sacrificing all he can to attain strength, it will all fall under the allocated strength he is allowed to possess." Ater's words echoed coldly in the night.
"Ultimately, it will fall under weakness."
"S-so… all my attempts at strength… were in vain…?"
"Maybe it had some worth against fellow humans, but your luck ran out when you faced me. You see, I know I'm not weak… because I'm not human."
'N-not… human?' Claudius' eyes widened as he heard this deep revelation.
"I can take on whatever shape I want, while also possessing the abilities of those whose form I take. In essence…"
A flash of light sparked around Ater, and his form came into light as he crouched so he could somewhat be on the same level as Claudius.
