The first thing Northern could vividly perceive was the lines that separated talent abilities.
It was a deeply metaphorical line. Talent and their abilities existed as a relationship—so alike, yet so distinguished. This was why DiY had actually managed to cross that line, which should never be possible.
But right now, in the depths of his soul, Northern could sense every talent with crystal clarity. It was as if he understood how they connected and wove into the strange whirlpool of his essence. Which was bizarre.
Because of this vivid sensing, he could also tell that the relationship between each talent and their abilities felt like a pool.
A pool of inherently the same properties, but also quite distinguished in their quantities.
And this pool scattered throughout his soul. Now he felt like he could easily break them into each other—which, of course, was what DiY had been doing before.
