"Darian, I'll back you up with everything I've got." Remira turned to him, locking eyes. "In this sect we've got a lot of high-level techniques to absorb chaos power. I even made one myself that was really good. After all, my mom's a Soul Eater and I inherited her talent for messing with souls. Only the sect leaders use it though, 'cause without rare and specific resources it's got some weird side effects… but I feel like you can handle it, and it'll be useful."
"W-what… this… no, it can't be…" Murral tried to speak, but couldn't string proper words together.
That technique was the sect's greatest treasure and deepest secret. Only the leader, after reading it, learned the truth — and quickly realized it had to stay top secret.
It needed very specific resources that only existed in one place. If word got out, enemies would crush the sect much faster. All it would take is blocking them from getting that resource for a single generation, and the sect would be seriously weakened.
