Near the Death Volcano, the oppressive heat radiated off the cracked earth, and the air shimmered with intensity. Lucas stood at the center of a barren field, surrounded by a large cluster of mana stones, their surfaces gleaming with power.
These were no ordinary mana stones—they were the exact type being desperately sought after by the top elders of both the Necrovauld Academy and the Celestial Academy, and they were also made by Lucas using his vast mana storage.
A sly smile tugged at the corner of Lucas's lips as he gazed at the gleaming mana stones scattered across the barren ground. "Looks like we've produced quite a haul of these mana stones," he murmured, satisfaction dripping from his voice.
