Trinkets
Ryu looked at the bottle in his hand. He could feel him, his grandfather. There was no doubt that this bottle held the core of his grandfather's physical form. It was just a vial of blood, and yet it was heavy beyond imagining and it formed lightning all on its own. Ryu had never seen such a thing before.
Usually, even after awakening one's Spirit Body, it was impossible for a lost body part to continue exhibiting the same characteristics. If Ryu's blood spilt, it would remain as blood, it wouldn't remain in its lightning form.
But, this blood seemed to flicker back and forth between corporeal and ethereal, it was almost impossible to see its truest form.
'Could this be?'
Every Ancestral Beast had many Talents, but, there were usually one or two that stood about all the rest. In fact, this was the same for practically any beast with a talent. This Talent would present the pinnacle of their evolution.