It took hours for Siverly to pull himself together.
When his head was feeling clearer, he reached into one of his hidden pockets and found a small mana stone more compatible with his own type based on the way the internal light swirled towards him rather than away.
He gripped it tightly and drew out the mana until it cracked in his hands, becoming as brittle as glass. A few shards were stuck in his soft palm, and he used purifying magic to clean up the bleeding cuts before healing them completely.
"Stings," he hissed to himself before they were fully healed.
All this trouble just for them to say that he couldn't see the only person who likely had the answers to the situation in both Idona and Polona. He sighed in resignation and adjusted his robes so that he could leave.
