"So these are holy fishes?" Azel asked, his eyes narrowing as he reached toward the water where a massive fish swam past.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Its scales glimmered like molten gold, each movement refracting light in dazzling arcs across the surface of the sea.
Nyala stood nearby, cradling one in her delicate hands as though it were nothing more than a harmless pet.
The fish wriggled, glowing softly, before she released it back into the waters.
"Yes," Nyala confirmed, her voice carrying a kind of gentle reverence as the golden creature disappeared into the depths.
"Everything in this Plane contains holiness. The air, the land, the water — every living being. Even this fish is imbued with it. That means the mana you're absorbing here… can only manifest as holy magic."
Azel tilted his head, the ripples brushing against his shoulders as he treaded water.
His brows furrowed, considering her words.
