Sion lowered his hand and gave the faintest grin.
To be fair, he actually does not truly understand how this path of a thing works. In fact, this was the first time he had heard of it.
All he knew was that immediately the middle aged man in front of him had tried to use his gift to influence him, his own gift faught back.
Technically, it wasn't a fight, his gift completely suppressed it. In the process, he gained a bit from the other gift, hence, his new knowledge about paths and temporallines.
On the other hand, Zemphin's face darkened. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
He had not felt any sort of problem when he used his gift on the boy. Normally, if a person was immune or resistant to his gift, he would always receive a feedback—worse case scenario, he his gift doesn't respond.
With the boy in front of him, though, he never felt anything wrong.
How did he do it?
He asked himself as his eyes locked on Sion figure.
Then.
"Why are you alone?"
Zemphin blinked.
