Corbin froze, the drunkard’s words echoing in the small room.
He noticed my Regenerative Flow?
His pupils contracted to pinpricks, his muscles locking in place. But a moment later, his ‘Adamant Mind’ skill flared, and the tension bled from his frame, leaving him with a cool composure.
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
He had no idea who this man was. It was far safer to feign ignorance than to speak rashly.
The drunkard
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