William had always held a certain pride; so much so that even demons, with all their dark power, couldn't make him feel inferior. How, then, could he ever consider taking the path of a thief? The very thought made his stomach churn.
"Disgusting," he muttered under his breath, lost in his own thoughts. Yet despite his repulsion, something needed to be done. He had to figure out a way to rein in his overwhelming talent, a way to manage the extraordinary abilities that came with his path.
After all, ever since he'd changed professions, the allure of other paths had started to feel toxic, like a venom slowly seeping into his soul. But even so, the path of the thief... it had potential, however unexpected that was. It wasn't like they were full-fledged thieves yet. No, they were still just "reserves," merely skimming the surface of what that dark path had to offer.
