"That was impressive Student N'Ïrk". Says Coordinator Lycaonia with a curious and amused tone. "Without a doubt, you are one of the most talented individuals i have seen in my life".
"Thanks for the compliment. I learned this Ammunition from a Dagger that turned into a Spectral Scorpion…".
Lycaonia's attention gets locked on N'Ïrk's story. She knows the only items that become living things, are the transformation of the creature that come from the Mythstical Realm.
"Well… Perhaps i should better say that i plagiarized the attack, and like any copy, it is inferior to the original…". N'Ïrk mutters half absent mindedly. "Seven seconds… , almost eight stupid seconds… , How is that even possible?".
During the young man's apparent distracted state, a Ghost appears, only to be instantly vaporized with a single ."«Shö'Thöm»".
