'Manuel's energy, it's gone?' Richard tasked himself with some mental work. The mana Manuel had used to reinforce his right hand had completely vanished. Just like the soul, the mana was a part of every sorcerers essence. Complete depletion of one's mana meant death.
"So what is the deal?" Charlotte inquired before helping herself to the feast that had been set before her. Food in the outside world tasted a lot better than the ones she ate whilst she was still in captivity.
Richard's consciousness strolled back to the lady before him, for someone who was about to take one of the most dangerous missions she was awfully chill. Her curse may be able to keep people from harming her, but there was no guarantee it would work on the monsters she will be hunting.
