After the reunion between them, Abraham agreed to walk beside his son, no matter what path he chose.
He still did not fully understand what had happened… nor what was yet to come.
He knew nothing of his son's true nature.
Nor of his own.
Completely unaware that both of them were Writers from an entirely different world.
Abraham remained ignorant of such a truth.
His powers had lain dormant all this time, surfacing only occasionally without his awareness.
And the final battle against Agaroth was the clearest proof of that.
Stacking Ignition multiple times was impossible.
Not merely difficult… utterly impossible.
A single Ignition was enough to kill an ordinary human.
Using two consecutively was suicide.
Using three belonged to the realm of madness itself.
Yet Abraham had used it multiple times and survived regardless.
Not only that… he had gained enough overwhelming power for his sword to actually reach Agaroth.
What he had accomplished made no sense whatsoever.
