Anger was no longer just a driving force.
It was becoming a new element within his Power, one that was difficult to analyze and impossible to fully defend against...
A blade.
In that instant, lines of gold text appeared in Roland's slightly blurry vision.
Meanwhile, a violent flicker once again crossed Yemiga's amber, vertical pupils.
'A Barbarian?'
He recognized the Traits of this newly emerged Power.
'This guy...'
'He's clearly the makings of a Caster, possesses that bizarre Space-Time Resonance, carries ancient Dragon Blood, has exquisite Swordsmanship, and a will of iron...'
'And yet he also knows the Barbarian's trick of howling and smashing people with his rage as if it were an axe?'
An almost absurd emotion, a mix of confusion and irritation, swept through Yemiga's mind with such clarity for the first time.
