A ripple of commotion spread. The goblins and kobolds cheered in their harsh tongues, but the humans stood frozen.
On the side, Liraeth frowned. "What's happening?"
On the other hand, Sorrin stiffened. His weathered face grew pale as his aura trembled in response to what he felt from the five captains. It was familiar, achingly familiar.
"…This is…" he whispered, eyes wide. "I've felt it before… in battle against mages."
Gordon's brows furrowed. "Mages? You mean…"
"Yes," Sorrin cut him off, his voice low but firm. "It's the same presence. They're not just strengthening their bodies. They're touching the flow of mana itself."
The words struck the courtyard like a blade. The human soldiers exchanged horrified looks. Even Liraeth's composure cracked.
"You mean… they're mages? Impossible! Even the emperor's court hasn't reached that path!"
