Rowan had expected his martial talent to be the most unusual thing about him. He hadn't imagined finding a physique in his status window, much less the Heavenly-Demonic Dual-Meridian Physique.
He wanted to smile. Then he remembered Blackmoon's eyes, and how his father's sword had broken against it when he tried to stab it.
That demon wasn't ordinary either.
Being told he had potential hadn't made Rowan capable of facing him. He would be foolish to forget how much stronger Blackmoon was.
But he had something to work with now. His martial talent and this physique gave him a reason to believe he could eventually close that gap.
'Mum. Dad. I might be able to do it.'
"Rowan."
Celeste waited until he looked up.
"Be careful who you tell about your physique. And don't show your entire status window so readily."
"I know," he replied. "I showed you because I trust you."
