The Extra is a Genius!?

Noel sat on the edge of his bed, flipping the obsidian coin between his fingers while scanning the tiny scrap of parchment that came with it.

The writing looked like it had been scrawled by someone in a rush—or drunk.

He squinted at the line near the bottom and muttered, "Alright, let's see what kind of crap you're hiding..."

And there it was.

"To activate the Veilweaver's effect, a biological trace of the intended form is required. Hair, blood, nail. No exceptions."

Noel stared at it for a second.

Then again.

"Fucking hell..."

He dropped the parchment on the bed like it personally offended him and flopped back, arms spread out.

'Of course it needs DNA. Because why the fuck wouldn't it.'

'Just once, I'd like to get something useful that doesn't come with a damn list of conditions.'