Belladonna blinked softly as she read the words in front of her. It was such a simple sentence, barely even 15 words. Yet it was so important and truly powerful the more you thought about it.
For one, his clan thought that he was a bad Berserker because he couldn't develop the rage that they needed to empower themselves. But from what Belladonna had seen, Mac did not struggle in the slightest when it came to empowering himself, and actually knew how to work himself up into the perfect state.
He was not a bad Berserker because he couldn't rage, he was the perfect Berserker because of it.
He had all of the benefits of one, the strength and the unstoppable nature that came with it, with none of the downsides.
No accidentally attacking allies or running off in a blood fury to draw unwanted attention. No being baited by the most basic of taunts or being lured from the enemy by simple mobs.
Mac had strength, and the intelligence to go with it.
