Onver was well aware that on this island, the victor of a battle gained possession of everything belonging to the defeated. However, he had no inkling of the intricacies involved in inheriting a legacy. As Martha snapped her fingers, the echoing thoughts in his sea of consciousness were silenced.
"Uff," Martha exhaled. "You're simply not fit for this legacy. You lack a sense of responsibility and a motive that would benefit the entire race. Laziness permeates your very being. Your mind is sick, an amalgamation of two different mindsets. Moreover, your moral compass greatly deviates from the average Dystany member."
"It is possible to change you, but you possess a narcissistic superiority complex, refusing any desire to change," Martha continued. "Though I could easily manipulate your thoughts, you surprisingly possess a strong resistance to soul magic. Moreover, time is not on my side."