The emotion in the old man's voice was subdued, but Reeva could sense a deep-seated hatred—likely for the demon that destroyed his protégé and killed his master.
"Why do you want powers?" Reeva asked. He needed to understand the old man's motivations. Power stemmed from belief, and without firm resolve, the old man wouldn't stand a chance. Hilda, meanwhile, placed her hand on the old man and began to spread her coldness, searching for any sign of potential.
"I... want to kill the demon," the old man said, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I felt powerless against it. I want power."
There was determination in the old man's words, but Reeva sensed that wasn't the whole story. Still, he decided not to press further. The old man flinched slightly as Hilda's coldness reached deep within him.
