In a sealed room, two men sat facing each other.
One of them, with a hint of aging on his face, neatly combed his hair back. He was dressed in casual home clothes, but as he propped his hands on the desk, the interlocking of his fingers in an instant emitted a calm and commanding presence.
Across from him sat a man in his thirties, bearing similar features to the middle-aged man. Even the composure on his face bore resemblance.
"There are no electronic devices here, all signals are completely isolated." After a moment of eye contact, the middle-aged man slowly began, "Now, you can tell me about your Talent."
"Soul Fusion." The moment the young man spoke, a peculiar smile appeared on his face.
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly, carefully observing his son who had changed drastically in less than a month. He confirmed again, "Soul Fusion?"
