Uriel closed his eyes, crossing his arms.
He began to list all he knew about himself, in the context of Ascendance and battle.
'Due to my disease, I absolutely cannot have a berserker style of attack, or even Ascendance in general. I have to end most fights relatively intact.'
'So that means, ideally, I either have unbreakable defense, or the ability to one-shot everyone. I also feel like my condition directly clashes with healing as a whole, so I can't rely on that.'
'I'm also really slow, though I plan to focus on that in my future evolutions. I'm not agile, I'm not durable, I'm not strong, and I have no fighting experience or formal training.'
He hummed.
'But I have a massive aether pool. Ridiculous aether control and affinity, and a core that's most likely unbreakable up to a certain degree.'
'I'll probably also never encounter anyone with senses as sharp as my own, or the ability to read terrain as well as I can.'
'I also apparently grow very fast.'
