Northern hesitated.
Revealing this information was a risk. A vital one.
After all, it directly involved him—and more than that, it strongly insinuated that he had won himself a capable stalker.
Many things remained unknown, and sharing what little he knew felt dangerously close to exposing his own vulnerabilities. And that was something Northern loathed.
Yet, despite how he felt, he had still chosen to speak.
Why?
Because experience had taught him a harsh truth—especially in this world:
No matter how much he tried to do things alone, there was always a limit.
And more importantly, there was always a chance that he could do it wrong.
Northern was still skeptical about trusting people. He always would be. But he was logical—practical.
Someone like Paragon Raizel had nothing to gain from deceiving or using him.
At least, not yet. Not when the Paragon had no definitive grasp of just how terrifyingly strong Northern truly was.
The same applied to Paragon Dante.
