"Here you go. Were you saying something earlier?" Lian smiled faintly, a triumphant expression on his face. I embarrassed you, did I not? he thought.
"I cannot believe it—" Torin stared in disbelief at the Runic Tablets floating before him. He grabbed one with his hands, bringing it closer.
Despite the evidence before his eyes, it was clear Torin had his doubts. After recovering from the shock, the gruff boy began to question Lian.
"Kid, you do not expect me to believe you created three sets of runes in so little time, do you? Not to mention the amount of mana required to do it all, the mental stamina needed to use the Core Extractor is considerable. Plus, you would need to be lucky if one out of three attempts succeeds—"
Torin took a deep breath. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowed as he leaned in to scrutinize Lian more closely. "I sense little fatigue in you and only a slight drop in your mana. There is definitely something off—"
