[Yes, that is correct.]
[You've leaped past the Devout Apprentices Realm of Mana, likely when you killed those hundreds of men a few hours ago.]
'By the Gods,' He held his breath in, 'I assume it's more difficult to ascend through the Realms of Mana when one bears Dark Mana, then? I'm not a genius when it comes to numbers, but I've taken the lives of many men, many prominent Mages, so shouldn't I have ascended to the third, or fourth Realm by now?'
[I cannot give you exact details, but let's assume that the quality of mana improves based on how you use your Branch of Magic.]
[You killed hundreds of men, yes, but you did so by pushing a couple of basic abilities sown down to Fleshmancy, to the limits. You shouldn't even have ascended to the second Realm, if we're being honest, but your use of the Life Draining Mist was so extensive, that it pushed the quality of your mana upwards, by at least a Realm.]
'I think I understand,' He nodded, and sighed.
