Gozu and his servant stood before Fenrir, both wearing carefully measured expressions—suspicion wrapped in reluctant trust.
They had no other choice.
The deadline loomed, and without the pure mana required, their position on the third floor would be stripped away like dried leaves in a storm.
Gozu cleared his throat.
"We need you to fill the mana device again. Just enough to cover the tribute. No more, no less."
Fenrir nodded without protest. He stepped forward and pressed his hand against the measuring device once more.
Subtly, he activated Master of Illusions, crafting a perfect mimicry of overflowing pure mana.
The orb glowed brighter than before, humming with a sound that seemed to pull awe from the very walls. Gozu and his servant leaned in, eyes wide.
"I believe that should be enough. I… think I need to rest. That drained more out of me than I expected."
Fenrir said, taking a step back and staggering slightly. He pressed a hand to his forehead.
