Finn finally started piecing together how mana worked in this world. Honestly, he was shocked he hadn't figured it out sooner—because it was stupidly simple.
From what he understood, everyone was born with mana. It was just part of being alive here. Some people had a lot, some had a little, and some… well, might as well not bother.
Wait—so would this mean there is a difference between races? Like, some were just born with way more mana than others? Like the usual. Elves had ridiculous reserves, humans were average, and dwarves barely scraped by?
His mind spiraled.
There were people who could pull off miracles like Seraphina—or even greater feats. Then there were others who could only manage a watered-down version of it. And then there were the poor bastards who couldn't do anything at all.
