"Right, you did mention something like that," Lucas nodded as he remembered the last time they met, Nyx had something for him to help him get stronger.
Getting something from a Saint who is perhaps the oldest in Myrniel currently would surely benefit him.
'I wonder just how much he exactly knows and has,' he thought, as he wondered what exactly it was that would help someone like him.
An old book jumped out of the shadows beneath Nyx's feet as he grabbed it with his right hand.
The thin book's cover was pitch black, and Lucas found it hard to concentrate on looking at it.
"Here,"
Nyx handed it over to him under Lucas's puzzled gaze.
"It's a battle style," he elaborated, and Lucas's eyes widened.
'He knew?'
As if reading his thoughts, Nyx answered calmly, leaning back on the couch with his eyes closed and crossing his arms.
