Friya raised her head only to stare at the magnificent violet dimensional crystal etched on Endless Night. She was dying to know how to craft them but she bit her lips and kept her mouth shut.
"I call bullshot on you too, kid, but thank you for your kind words. It's been a long time since someone didn't call me names, let alone master. You owe me nothing." Tezka said with a wolfish smile.
"If you achieved the violet core just by watching me fight, if you reached enlightenment from a few words of mine, it's only because you could understand everything on your own." He waved at the other spectators who seemed oblivious to whatever Friya was talking about.
"I was right about you. There's talent in here and here." His long, clawed finger tapped her forehead and bosom. "Having a good brain is just luck. Having a good heart is all on you.
