Through the gleams of moonlight glistering through the lone cave, Altair stared down at the pool of blood he'd created with his bare hands when he slaughtered the two slavers. He silently glanced at the track marks of the creature that had dragged the body.
"Interesting. So I'm not alone." He told himself, stepping deeper into the darkness. Altair did little to hide his presence as he pulled Mana from Heaven and Earth into his body, cycling the Mana through his Mana Roots before delivering it to his Circle. The sensation was one Altair couldn't put into words. The more Mana filled his Circle. The more Altair felt his senses grow, brightening the world around him. The more intoxicated with Mana he became.
The sensation that came with Mana was as enthralling as it was seductive to his young mind. It warmed his gut like wine. It touched his flesh, similar to how Reina shared a bed with him. In a way, it felt like meditation.
