Capítulo 52: Rage

The shield on Malon's arm shifted, turning into a different variant. It continued, going from a blocky square to a diamond shape, and then to a full circle. It even became several smaller shields before splitting into two and creating one large shield on each wrist.

Malon looked at his own hands shift and transform as he spoke: "I gained control of this ability quite early on. I was a talent before my brother gained his Ancestral Ability. Even though his control over it is still not as good as mine, who would choose an idiot who can make shields over one who can make spikes..."

"Well, I don't care either way. As long as you're powerful and aren't a total piece of dog shit, you're good in my book." Tyr retorted with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah... we all choose you over him. You know that, Malon." A voice echoed from the cell to the left of Malon's.

"True..."

"Life would be great if you were chosen."