Kaedros stepped back. He had used every ounce of his mana on the last spell, he couldn't even conjure a fireball now.
"You're already healed," he said, voice tight with fatigue and disgust.
"Of course. When you have a large Manaspace, little wounds are nothing to worry about." The Keeper spread his arms, revealing a torso that was completely restored.
"Manaspace? What are you talking about?" Kaedros frowned.
The Keeper froze. His metal body went rigid.
"You have no idea what a Manaspace is? And you're a mage? Wait—which..."
"What did you say?" Kaedros interrupted, his brow furrowed. He couldn't hear the last part.
"I asked, which—" the Keeper repeated, then stopped. Confusion spread across his features. "You can't hear me?"
Kaedros shook his head. "Toward the end… I can't hear you. Why are you talking so low?"
"What? I said—!" the Keeper bellowed, but paused as his gaze shifted toward the castle. He nodded slowly, murmuring, "So it's not fully lifted."