What the hell did [Your heart already knows] mean?
Literally, it meant that he already knew what the cores were going to give him.
But did he?
Tatehan looked down at the two cores in his hands. The amber one glowed with warm, steady light. The red one glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire.
His mind raced.
If he absorbed them separately, he'd get durability from one and strength from the other. Both useful and effective. Straightforward upgrades to things he already understood.
But merging them?
The system said it would grant a new ability.
Tatehan squinted, his brow furrowing as he thought it through.
What would merging durability and strength give him?
An ability that combined both? Something that made him tougher and hit harder at the same time?
Or maybe some really dope weapon? No, that couldn't be it. The system didn't just conjure weapons from thin air. It had to be something else.
