"Ok, Listen little brat. I don't wanna hear any drama when you stand no chance against me. I'm your father, your creator. Shouldn't you be bowing your head?"

You feel his glare, it's sharp even as he makes the simply task of rolling a gnosis in between his fingers effortlessly. He refuses to give up as much as you refuse to give up your defiance. No matter what he does, tramps you inside the jourai workshop or inside the akademiya. Everything is for 'you' and for the power you and him hold as things created of no more than plastic, wires and elemental energy

"I didn't come to fight! for once, can you not do something right?!" he hears you scream

"I steal souls..." A monotone voice begins to make way for a smirk and a mocking tone to pour out of his mouth while he dangles the dendro gnosis on a string wrapped around his finger "Were you expecting flowers?"