The Messiah

They all stood apart from each other. Hao had managed to pull himself up, but he was still so stunned by the shock of what he had just witnessed that his hands were trembling.

Ellis, on the other hand... his face was buried in his palm, his thoughts in utter disarray:

'Shit shit shit shit, just what is this guy... how? How can he copy someone's talent ability?!'

It made no sense to Ellis... Talent abilities were not something that could be replicated so effortlessly; they were deeply rooted in the drifter's soul core.

They originated from that point as 'talents,' therefore what was always observed was merely an extended manifestation of the talent ingrained in a drifter's soul core.

He had never heard or seen someone who could flawlessly mimic this 'extended manifestation.'