While Silens was grinning madly at the prospect of obtaining a Supreme Talent, William's face remained serious, his mind racing.
"Supreme Talent, huh?" William thought, his expression dark.
[What else did you expect? This is the Forbidden Grounds, after all. They're the resting places of Supreme Talents,] Sera's voice echoed in his mind, offering clarity.
Supreme Talents were unlike any other. They weren't just overwhelmingly powerful—they were alive, in a way. Not in the sense of having a soul, but alive in their energy and purpose, constantly growing and evolving.
"If the throne says the winner will be bestowed with a Supreme Talent, then it means that entity on the throne will inhabit the body of the victor," William mused, staring at the figure sitting motionless. Its form was blurred and dark, difficult to make out clearly, but William knew enough to understand that this figure was the key to the final trial.
