The wind whispers.
After Duncan shot and killed the priest of the Germanic Barbarian Race, he gradually felt different, as if he faintly sensed the flow of magic power.
From a god's eye view, a small segment of a blue mana bar appeared in the projected image.
"So short?"
Compared to Duncan's life bar, which is twice that of an ordinary person, the unlocked mana bar is just a tiny blip, easily overlooked if not carefully observed.
"Does everyone have so little magic? Or is it just me with this tiny bit?"
After entering the forest, Duncan paused for a moment to feel. With his eyes closed, he could genuinely perceive the flow of magic within him, but once he interacted with the outside world, the magic became sluggish and lazy, like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish in the next moment.
"Can I cast spells? No, wait! I don't seem to know any spells yet."