"Victory loves the prepared."
As these words reverberated throughout the room, the sounds of breaking glass accompanied it. Soon, like an unstoppable flood, the aquatic mana filled the room. Reaching such a high density generated a faint blue mist, which could be seen with the naked eye.
Like a bottomless pit, Desmond's sword devoured all the mana around it, endlessly strengthening the rivers in it. Since he could not squeeze more mana from his body, Desmond had prepared a way to borrow it from the environment around him.
"Mana crystals, did you have this kind of card up your sleeve?"
Archibald wasn't stupid; he immediately realized what was happening. The only thing he didn't understand was why Desmond seemed prepared for his arrival. Even more, he can use such a valuable resource as mana crystals.
