"Diablo..."
"Remember..."
"If you want to become more powerful..."
"...you cannot blindly rely on external enhancements. You must awaken the potential that already lies dormant within you..."
"When you truly comprehend the deep meaning of these words..."
"...the great ancestors in the Hall of Heroes, and the bloodline blessing they placed upon you as a child, will surely grant you a bountiful reward..."
His father's dying words echoed like an ancient bell, and Diablo's mind grew clear and calm.
He had once firmly believed.
That so-called "personal potential."
Referred to the strength of one's body and the purity of one's combat skills.
And "external forces" referred to his innate poison-creating ability, as well as the worldly positions of power and honor that could corrupt a person's heart.
