Silas lay on the floor, his body immobilized by the strange slugs Malachi had fired into him. Pain radiated from his wounds, but it was the growing sense of weakness that truly alarmed him. He could feel his mana draining away, a sensation that filled him with dread.
Gritting his teeth, Silas focused his mind, trying to analyze the situation. He knew he needed to understand how these slugs worked if he had any hope of escaping. As he concentrated, he became acutely aware of the slugs' effect on his body. They weren't just holding him in place; they were actively leeching the mana from his system.
For Silas, this was more than just an inconvenience. His unique condition meant that mana was his lifeline. Without it, he would die. The steady drain felt like his very life force was being sucked away, leaving him weaker by the moment.
