It could not be said to be a special trait, but whenever Michael knew there was not a high chance something could kill him, he became far bolder than his cautious self.
From the moment Michael saw that this supposedly Rank 4 reincarnate was only a severely weakened version, he felt confident. He had done nothing but kill similarly suppressed Rank 4 existences back to back.
Unfortunately, there was no way for Veyrion to know of that history.
However, even without understanding Michael's outrageous past, it was self-aware enough to recognize a freak when it saw one.
Michael turned, expecting to see Veyrion standing where it had stood, but instead, he watched the pale figure shoot away at high speed.
Veyrion was so fast he became a streak of translucent light against the endless twilight.
Michael blinked.
For a moment, he genuinely thought he had misseen it.
Then his lips twitched.
"Running?" he muttered, stunned. "Where did the dignity of a Rank 4 go?"
