Asher smiled faintly. "Good. That means it's tied to more than just offensive power. It can be used in battle for disruption, or in support to rapidly regenerate. Blood is life, and Wood is growth—together, it's a parasitic art. You feed on what you touch. That's your core."
Veyra's eyes widened slightly as she realized what he meant.
"It's not just a mutation," Asher continued. "It's a strength few can replicate. If you learn to evolve it, that skill alone could be the foundation of your combat style—and maybe more."
"But…" she looked down, voice low. "Everyone said it's useless. That I have no real path. That it's too different from the Varnis line to be of worth."
Asher leaned forward slightly, tone calm but edged. "Then forget the Varnis line. Your power doesn't need to belong to a legacy to be real. Make your own. Forge your own art. And from now on—train like hell to grow it. We'll guide you."
