"Are you absolutely certain those abilities can only be performed with mana?" Thane asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
His fingers lightly tapped the edge of the table, a subtle rhythm betraying his restless thoughts. His posture was composed, but the tension in his shoulders hinted at the gears turning in his mind.
"Thane, look at me," the Duke said firmly, his voice steady but carrying the weight of authority.
His piercing gaze locked onto Thane's. "I'm fairly certain I'd recognize mana."
"You're right, of course, Your Grace," Thane replied, his tone respectful yet subdued. He inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the Duke's authority.
His fingers brushed over the hilt of the blade at his side, a habitual gesture that gave him a semblance of confidence
"Anyway, I signed him up for the Tournament of Mages," the Duke continued, his voice steady and matter-of-fact.
