Inside the council hall, the air seemed to freeze.
Duke Dorne's question struck every heart in the room like a sledgehammer.
The legion commanders remained silent, but the doubt in their eyes spoke volumes.
The fall of Maurice had shattered the myth of the invincible Wizard they held in their hearts.
Allen leaned back in his chair, his gaze on Duke Barton. He showed no anger, not even a flicker of emotion.
King Alexander's face turned livid. Just as he was about to issue a sharp rebuke, Allen calmly raised his hand.
"A reasonable question."
All eyes in the room instantly focused on him. Allen stood up and walked slowly to the enormous sand table.
"Not all Wizards are the same. Maurice was of the Witchcraft School. His power stemmed from his personal reserves of Magic Power."
Allen's voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly to everyone in the hall. "One's Magic Power is finite. It will eventually run out."
