Chapitre 287: The Tigers of The North - Part 3

That boy had been given a gift by the Gods… Or perhaps it was more of a curse. He had a power of the likes that Dominus had never seen, a power that did not even involve mana. It was a terrifying thing. Dominus had to consciously calm himself when he discussed the matter in front of his pupil, for it was such an irregularity that it made him want to bang his head against the wall in lament.

All along, they had existed, and they continued to exist. Despite thousands of years of sword schools, thousands of years of study, a thoroughly advanced civilization, that knew all sorts of things, practised all sorts of magnificent findings, there was still more out there. Still greater power, still frontiers left unexplored.

For Dominus, being old as he was, and so thoroughly set in his ways, he could not quite access them. In fact, it was a rather profound leap in creativity that allowed him to seek the answers that he did, to put two things together that none had been capable of before.