Northern strutted towards the private forge with a somber mood. There was a lot he had to think about, most of which revolved around the sudden ability he discovered.
The strength was going to be a great boon to him. He was not sure as of now, but he suspected that the talent might be able to affect his stamina. This was actually the main reason he was interested in the talent.
Of course, subsidiarily, he yearned for the strength it had to offer. Being able to lift a boulder with one arm, shatter mountains with incessant, crushing punches—that was no slouch of a dream after all.
He loved it. He really loved the new development. What he did not love, however, and what bothered him, was how much Aster had come to ruin his plans.
If he had known the boy actually had a chance of winning, or had not stupidly forgotten that the void essence he was using ate from his own stamina, things wouldn't have been so bad.
