"Well? How is it?"
Zarek strolled into Marx's office. He could already see the light in the latter's eyes, but he still asked the question with a casual flair.
It had been a day since they last saw one another. After waking up the night before last, Zarek went ahead and cleared the remaining Godsfall Tears in the region.
He knew that Marx would have figured it out by now, but he still let him sit with it for an extra day so he could really feel it.
"How did you know?"
Zarek smiled innocently. "Know what?"
"That it would be so useful to me? You couldn't possibly have known that."
"I couldn't? It's a Talent that's useful to anyone—if you know how to apply it properly. What separates the strong from the weak isn't their Skills or Talents, but their secondary and tertiary effects. This isn't a video game; it's the real world. You don't just have an ultimate you can spam that has one repeatable and predictable action and reaction every time you use it.
