"Can't most mages kill those beasts with a thought?" she asked. "They're still flesh and blood, aren't they?"
"You've never been to the North?" the pope asked.
"No…"
He furrowed his brows. He was starting to realize that maybe he was mistaken about Savine's identity. There was none of the previous piety in his voice, replaced by his usual calmness.
"The beasts from beyond the Great Barrier are deadly to us mages because magic doesn't work on them," the pope explained. "Anything made of mana that comes into contact with their skin disappears into nothingness and even when you try to materialize a spell beside them it fizzles without exception. Though we are unmatched compared to mortals, we're no different from them in the face of the beasts."
'Ah…'
"What do they look like?"
