The Hermit’s eyes briefly flicker as he examines his metallic parts onto his invention he’s been working on in his private lab alone. He notices a copper wire becoming slightly loose and uses his electrical staff to fuse them together. He looks up at his cat shrine on top of his workbench and continues his research. He will stop at nothing, until the laws of nature’s circle is completely perished from this manor, he murmurs sternly in a deep voice.

“Perhaps they were right, I don't need that silly stuff. I should’ve realized that humanity has always been this way.“