บท 101: Generational Talent

"What's he doing?", Ray whispered, looking across at Dark. 

Dark's eyes flicked towards Milo who remained still and seated. His hand were gently cupped above his knees and the air surrounding him ran still, drenched in a thick, potent mana that even Dark struggled to comprehend. He shoulder sagged slightly, then tensed as the air ran across the nape of his neck. 

"Using his emblem", Dark replied, trying not to give away the fact that Milo was in possession of an innately powerful emblem. 

Nobody could sense it, only Milo could tell just how challenging this soul was to absorb. The potency of the mana trapped inside was otherworldly, nothing Milo was doing was able to stop it from annihilating his own core. Milo's soul was a powerful one, but it wasn't quite at the level needed to full absorb this monster. 

'What the hell is this?'.