Lloyd had found a curious function of the chosen's mark.
It wasn't something he discovered immediately, nor a spectacular revelation accompanied by lights or intense sensations. In fact, it happened quite simply, almost trivially. At some point, while observing his own hand under the faint light of the moons, he thought about making it disappear... and it did.
The mark vanished.
It left no trace, no heat, no visible residual energy. It simply stopped being there, as if it had never existed. And then, with another thought, it appeared again. Not necessarily in the same place. He could move it, shift it across his body like an obedient shadow, adjusting it at will.
It was... curious.
