"Mana?" Zara stared at her sister, confused. "Is it some kind of weapon?"
"Not upon conception," Sol responded, knowing that Cecelia didn't know enough to even begin explaining. "In a nutshell, mana is everything you can see and perceive, and everything you can't, the moon we reside on, the empty void; that star which has recently collapsed, everything the light and dark touches exists within the perception and influence of mana, it is a force more powerful than the soul, yet it has no mind to control itself and so can be made into whatever the wielder wishes it to be, mana is the power of creation itself."
"According to Her Majesty, Mana is of the fifth dimension; an unrecognisable and unfathomable plain where none she knows of but herself has ever witnessed," Cecelia added.
"Then how does she know of it, how did she discover something of the fifth dimension?"
