What the old patriarch saw made him more puzzled than comprehensive. In front of his eyes, that kid killed monsters, grabbed their cores, and these cores crumbled and turned into dust.
To anyone else, a monster core was a hard, crystallised heart of power that required hours of refinement or specific alchemical processes to utilise. Yet, in William's hands, they seemed as fragile as dried clay.
No matter how he tried to explain this, he couldn't. William's way was simply revolutionary to him, especially when he noticed something else that shocked him. The patriarch's sensory perception was tuned to the very frequency of the world's energy, and he felt the shifts in the boy's aura.
"His spirit power is increasing?!!!" This came as the greatest shock besides what William did to his granddaughter. "How come he increases his power by just walking around, touching cores, and turning them into dust?!!!"
