For a mage, their mana core was more important than their name or any powerful artifact that they may possess. It was a huge part of what they were and they would never swear upon it lightly.
Xenagrosh's eyes met Kigan's in a silent question: why?
The sadness she found told her everything.
Kigan was a Phoenix and a member of the nest. Being exiled from his family meant not only that part of his bloodline abilities were now useless but also that no matter what he achieved, he would always feel incomplete.
Kigan would have done everything to return to the flock and receive his mother's forgiveness. Now that Xenagrosh had gotten that very same opportunity, he couldn't bear to take it away from her.
"If we agree upon these terms, then I must ask you to tone down your powers." Milea said, drawing their attention. "Kelia's core is barely past the deep green and she has no experience fending against such a thick killing intent."
