"Have to say, such awe-inspiring talent."
Rising from his seat, Igor studied the warrior with his real eyes. The pope was not in the best of health, that much was clear as he stood up. However, anyone could clearly sense a tremendous power lying within the thin and frail body, as grand and majestic as the forces of nature.
"I know that there are existences that possess heaven-gifted abilities," he said, his tone grave and gruff. "Since their birth, they have displayed all sorts of natural talents—such as elemental control, communication with beasts or the ability to see the flow of energy in all things."
Igor spread his left fingers and looked down carefully at the holy light that whirls at his palm. "Such beings include me, Emperor Israel and Vahina, Sage of the Eastern Sea. As the saying goes—give 'The Chosen' a chance and their ability would grow by leaps and bounds."
The old man's tone soon became doubtful and curious.
