Rowen stepped out of the Mage guidance room, the weight of the crystal assessments still lingering in his mind. He glanced down at his pouch—24 low-grade mana stones left. Looking at the wall clock, it was around 2:30 PM.
Even so, his thoughts weren't on money. They were on what he had learned: fully awakened as a farmer, with rare potential as a mage, and somehow able to connect with all five elemental affinities.
As he passed through the gates separating the districts, he felt it immediately—the shift in the air. The upper district was rich with mana, thick and nourishing, but the moment he stepped beyond, the mana was thin here.
It was a difference he had grown up with, but after spending hours in the upper district's dense atmosphere, the contrast weighed heavier than before. He adjusted the strap of his bag and quickened his pace, the familiar streets of the border town pulling him back to his small shop.
