Something similar had happened hadn't it?
The collapse of Drakensmar.
He'd botched a spell, but where did the mana for such catastrophic destruction come from?
It shouldn't have been possible.
It was more than absurd, even.
Lugh was far clearer on this point than anyone else could be, because when he had stepped in to save Lyra, he had made a deliberate point not to use the Ring of Nyx—not even once.
Not when he activated the circle, not when he cast the spell.
He'd done that for one reason: in case any hidden figures were observing the match.
Which is to say—the entire attack had been done using Lugh's mana and Lugh's mana alone.
Zhou nodded sympathetically, her eyes studying Lugh's confused expression.
He turned his head to her, still visibly trying to process the weight of it all.
She spoke.
"I have no idea how you have that amount of mana, but this is the first time I've ever seen such in a human."
Lugh inhaled deeply.
