'What is that moon, and is it the one draining my mana?'
'It's known as the Blood Moon, and yes, it is responsible for draining your mana,' the spirit replied.
Atticus's brows furrowed.
'Is that the only thing it drains?'
'Yes. The longer you stay under its rays, the more mana it drains,' the spirit confirmed.
'Is there a way to stop it from draining my mana?'
The spirit shook his head. 'As long as its rays touch you, you'll be affected.'
Atticus frowned. He was in a forest filled with towering trees, offering ample cover from its rays. Yet, he knew it couldn't be that simple.
'I can't just stay in one place,' he thought, sighing.
Wasting no more time, his expression firmed, his eyes sharpening as he gazed into the depths of the forest. His legs tensed.
The ground cracked beneath him as Atticus shot forward with intense speed.
His legs moved rapidly and silently, traversing the forest as though it were his domain.
