[…Good day, big one…I am Salsahara Moonforest Naz, an adventurer...] the dark elf introduced herself, trying to appear as normal as she possibly could.
Salsahara had never encountered any of his kind in the past. Up-close, the tall existence looked majestic, exuding aura that could be described as divine, usually possessed by great kings in myth or wise elven elders.
Simultaneously, as expert in detection magic, Salsahara could tell how vast the gap of mana quality and capacity between the existence and the party, including herself. Moreover, the former weaved that pure and thick mana all over his body like it was the most natural thing to do, making it glow and providing a natural armor against attack.
Nowadays, craftsmen were able to create equipment that reproduced similar feature, such as the fabric on Mikaela's well-developed vessel. Nevertheless, the mana being used and how it was weaved were leagues apart.
