What was the dividing line between humanoid and Beast?
Sylas had thought about the question countless times before, though never from this particular angle. Beasts relied on bloodline, Talent, and instinct to a far greater degree, while humanoids were expected to comprehend what they wielded and carve their own paths forward, but the distinction had never been absolute.
There would always be humanoid fools who leaned so heavily on Talent that they were little different from Beasts, just as there would always be Beast geniuses capable of stepping beyond what their bloodlines had prepared for them.
Yet there was only one reason Sylas had suddenly thought of Beasts now.
His gaze returned to Nosphaleen.
Everything about her had been reconstructed, her existence twisted into the Goddess the Efivara believed in while some unknown hand reshaped her Virtue, her Karma, and even the way the world itself perceived her.
