"Mana concentration?"
Damien's gaze flicked toward the air, as if trying to grasp the unseen threads of power that Arctic was talking about. He had many questions spiraling through his mind—about the room, the formations, and now, the supposed density of mana—but he chose not to ask. Instinct told him that all would reveal itself in due time.
Instead of entertaining Arctic's excitement, he walked forward with steady steps, his boots echoing lightly against the smooth white floor.
He had barely made it twenty steps when suddenly—
Rrrrumble...
A low, resonant hum vibrated through the ground. The pristine white chamber quaked ever so slightly, as if something ancient had stirred awake beneath the surface.
Damien paused, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Now we're getting somewhere," he murmured.
