Ability evolution wasn't something that even a hundred people out of a hundred million could achieve. No, calling it rare was an understatement; it was almost impossibly difficult, a feat whispered about more as legend than reality.
Finch released a mental sigh, a small but genuine smile gracing his lips. He was changing, and he was beginning to love that change more than he expected. Previously, when he rarely battled, he had never been good in fights; he moved with numerous flaws, uncertainty, and a lack of pure confidence.
But now, his movements were sharper, cleaner, faster, there was no room for hesitation anymore. His mind drifted back to the time he had fought during the Apocalypse over a month ago, when the Star Academy, no, the entire Separate Dimension, had been suddenly plunged into chaos.
