When things were at peace again, a new anomaly pops up. Trickster decided to go through the times of previous battles to see how he fairs. After rematching effortlessly Roy, he caught glimpse of a fight Nige had with Lilly. Undoing the damage done, he immediately traversed to where he could encounter this Saverbat. Upon finding her using his eyes, he didn't get his usual kill desired switch click and instead saw himself wanting to breed her to no end. After much talking, he didn't hesitate to plow her a whole new one. There wasn't one that didn't hear them going at it and in the time, bloomed this little monster. Growing up he of course trained with Lilly and was always trying to face his pops. With enough training he awakened his Occular Extension. Unlike his siblings, but like his father he's able to warp using another's eyes as the focus. Since Trickster doesn't feel he's a threat to him yet or remotely strong enough, that just leads to him warping to the travelling warrior himself. Nige being confused, didn't know who he was facing... He felt the similarities and the other features reminded him of Lilly, but he knows he didn't do anything with her aside from the fight... Whatever the case, he fought Daffauddle down to the wire and it resulted in his injury... His soul blade always ended damaged when they fought. Feeling the kinship somewhere, Nige let him live and made sure he was fine before heading home... When back home, he'd tell Lilly all about the fighting. How excited he'd get, the constant flow of combat and what he saw as quality time with his father. Every encounter, they spend time together. Nige is still clueless however... But in the end he smiles at the lad doing his best, working hard too. Slowly seeing more of himself in Daffauddle. One day at a time. Maybe one day, the connection will be established.
His Soul Blade is a big sword. The wick is pullable, leaving a thread that acts as a wire for cutting while the wick is holdable and stays flammable. The wickblade is fast, but weak even while flamed. The blade itself is a sheathe, but also capable of cleaving on it's own. When damaged, the jewel cracks from the inside... Leaving the sheathe and wick without flame, representing loss of energy/life/soul.