Braxton was flabbergasted seeing his little piggies get taken away from him. No matter how hard he grasped the magic he had put out, he couldn't get a hold of them. The mana themselves were shying away from him.
Never in his life did this ever happen before. Even when he was training with the Mystic Masters, they had never fully taken his mana away from him. They could challenge his magic, trying to make him lose his grip, but they would never succeed. He always had full control over his own.
Hailed and trained as the next up and coming Mystic Master, he always thought that he was better than anyone when it came to magic. He thought he knew everything.
But this was the unknown. For the first time in his life, he felt alien to the mana that had once been like his own limb.
And this wasn't done to him by his seniors. This wasn't done by the so-called masters of the Mystic Arts.
This was done by a child with golden hair, younger only to him by a few years.
