They can evolve.
The thought had been sitting in my head since I left Damian's office, occupying the space behind everything else I tried to think about. All this time I had been fighting monsters running on depleted reserves, essentially fighting the exhausted, starving version of what they used to be, and it had still been difficult enough to nearly kill me repeatedly.
I was lying on the sand in the training room staring at the ceiling when Phinyx arrived and sat in his usual spot without comment, folding his legs and settling into whatever internal state he usually got into.
We stayed like that for a while.
"Phinyx." I said. "If you had to choose between training strength or intelligence, which would you say matters more?"
He did not open his eyes. "For you specifically?"
"Yes."
He was quiet for a moment. "Intelligence." He said. "Without question."
"Why?"
