Badan leaned on his elbow, roughly sweeping back his reddish-brown wolf cut hair, and cast a hearty yet strangely piercing amber gaze.

"No, I still don't get it. Does it really make sense that reason flies out the window and feral instincts wake up just because a single card gets flipped?

It's much easier to just charge through with my own strength."

Seneca brushed back his deep blue half-updo hair and set down his teacup with calm movements. A dreamlike blue mana flickered faintly in his amethyst eyes.

"Badan, cards are not merely pieces of paper.

If the upright position is the barrier that sustains our reason and mana, the moment it flips to the reversed position, that barrier breaks, and the latent feral nature pours out.

It is a dangerous state that leads to a rampage if not controlled."

Erebos leaned against a shaded corner by the window, his silver ear cuffs jingling. His fluorescent lime-green eyes glowed languidly as he released a violet shadow aura.

"Honestly, explaining it to an idiot like Badan is just a waste of breath.

Instincts awakening means... the real desires you've kept hidden burst out without any pretense. Some guys might lose their minds, driven crazy by possessiveness."