"The skill I created…" Razeal's voice was steady, his expression calm. "I call it Untouchability."
Sylva tilted her head slightly, one hand going to her chin as she repeated the word in her mind. "Untouchability…" She said it aloud, tasting the sound of it, but nothing in her vast knowledge brought up a match. No record, no theory, no historical precedent.
Still, just from the name alone, logic told her it meant exactly what it implied a skill that made him untouchable.
She narrowed her eyes. "Hmm. So… the skill that makes you untouchable Right?"
