Henry nodded in understanding as a gentle breeze brushed against his face, making his black hair sway - "We mages," Luna continued, her tone laced with some kind of pride - "do not rely on crude methods like coating our hearts and bodies with Mana, as you warriors do. Instead, we transform our very spirits into sigils, aligning ourselves with the flow of Mana around us and gaining the ability to manipulate it directly, outside of our bodies."
"Our spirits serve as conduits" - she continued, flicking her finger. The pressurized air arrow hovering in front of her shifted, morphing into a dense, spinning sphere. It floated between them, its wild rotation sending ripples through the air - "By transforming our spirits into sigils, we create a natural connection with the Mana in the environment. They see us as part of themselves, not a strange entity, which makes it easier to manipulate and draw."
