The words hit harder than the impact itself.
Kelly's vision blurred for a second as something stirred in her mind—something old, buried deep.
A memory.
House Solmire.
Her breath hitched.
The Blood of Living Concepts.
"Right..." she muttered faintly, her head starting to throb as more pieces fell into place. "Those freaks..."
They didn't just use power.
They became it.
Not elements. Not energy.
Ideas.
If someone from that house embodied sharpness, everything about them would cut—effortlessly, absolutely. If they embodied distance, they'd become unreachable, no matter how close you were.
Even something like silence...
Sound, energy, presence—gone. Like they were never there to begin with.
And that was just scratching the surface.
As long as they could understand it—truly grasp it in their mind—their bloodline could bring it into reality.
Kelly exhaled slowly, her eyes fixed on the figure standing before the Colossal.
