Damned Healer

She explained that the source of Darian's "curse" didn't come from the two rings on his wrists. Those only appeared after he awakened—and it was Meru herself who put them on him back then.

"I had to use all the power from your awakening to shape the rings on your arms. I did that on purpose, for a very important reason. Remember this—don't reveal yourself while you're still too weak, or some people will notice you're not normal. When an anomaly shows up and starts growing... they clip its wings fast, before it becomes a threat."

Darian's eyes widened. "What?! But Lucy and Lucius..."

"Those twins... you did something really weird. Took me by surprise," she muttered.

"Weird? I just fused all the awakening power into their spiritual roots..." Darian said, worried.

She scoffed, "Are you stupid? If you'd only done that, the rings wouldn't have evolved. You didn't have the ability to control the world's law power properly. That power was supposed to be pure—meant to create a neutral spiritual root. But you used the rings and somehow managed to force control over it, tainting it with your power."

Darian's eyes widened again. Back then, he'd used everything he had to guide it gently... well, as gently as a thief pressing a gun to someone's head.

His two rings were techniques created by an immortal entity, above everything. Without realizing it, even though he couldn't fully control that power, he had still forced it—brutally—after slightly corrupting it.

"So the two of them..." he muttered, tense.

"Part of the rings' power got fused with their spiritual roots. And let's not forget—a spiritual root only needed a little of that power, but you gave them like a hundred times more," she said with a huff. "Anyway, I'll teach you how to stabilize them. But they'll end up being like you. They'll need to develop something unique on their own, having a mutant spiritual root."

Darian let out a breath of relief. He'd tried to help, and ended up doing something... well, maybe good, maybe bad—hard to tell.