Michael gave Zhatsuroth a side-long glance, slightly surprised and a bit amused by his observation. Honestly, for most of the time since their confrontation at North America's Pillar of Dawn, the Nightmare Realm creation had mostly brooded on the fact someone managed to take advantage of his curse before he could kill them.
He'd have to give Power Incarnate a bit more credit.
"Take a closer look at the link and you'll see it only runs between the two of us," he said. "Your curse only works on the most powerful native of the dimension you're in, and currently that's me. Normally it'd be the former Dark Balance, Kuro, but he hasn't quite been alive since the God of Fire shot him in the head."
The boy pulled out his pack of cigarettes and took one of the cancer sticks out, putting it between his lips before lighting the tip of it.
"As for my power, I got it after I was trampled by Lee. Some eyeless demon with white skin appeared and forced some black crap down my throat. Next thing I know I've got all this power, a new eye color, and I'm in desperate need of a tan," he continued after puffing on the cigarette a little. He stowed the pack away in his pants pocket. "Far as I can tell, the power's copied from that new entity, the one who destroyed Australia to make that floating fortress. Ziatoch, I think His name is. I've checked and that guy is by far stronger than me, but my power's a copy of His, not linked to it. And since Ziatoch's not a native to this dimension, He can't take advantage of the curse anyway."