Dremmick continued to explain but he didn't slow his pace, "Ander was artificially fabricated, through magic, when his mother was bearing his sister. An entity that was supposed to take hold and develop its powers in Terra, his sister, and create the perfect anti magic warrior. Instead, the entity took its own form in the shape of another child, and the magic was split between the two twins: one with offensive magic, and the other with defensive magic. The crystal that appeared after their birth split itself between the two..."
He let it settle before he pressed on,"Their mother died shortly after birth due to the strain it caused her. He's always been pointed out to be an accident, even when completing missions that others wouldn't dare take. He still couldn't gain the acceptance of anybody outside his sister and I in the Jailers. One day he took on a mission that was supposed to be impossible. When a group of dark mages started to rise up and torment towns, he left on his own to silence them, without orders to do so. Needless to say, he made it look too easy by taking their powers before killing them, and the Jailers didn't like that. He was too powerful in their eyes and now they want him dead. So, in trying to impress the Jailers, Ander ended up becoming their target. So now he is what they call a 'failed project'."
By the time he was finished, the HQ was in sight a short distance away. Dremmick, unconsciously, lightly held his side where his own curse had spread. He kept it from bleeding, but he wasn't used to the new pain in that part of his body yet.