Fenix stared at his ancestor for several long moments, the weight of Levi's words pressing against his consciousness like a physical force. The implications were staggering, impossible, and yet delivered with such casual confidence that they demanded serious consideration.
"Repeat yourself," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
Levi's grin widened as he took another leisurely sip of his tea. "Which part? The bit about ancient political conspiracies, or the offer to restore your mana constitution?"
"The mana," Fenix said immediately. "You're claiming you can give me the ability to channel mana."
"Not claiming - stating as absolute fact," Levi replied with the same casual authority he had used when discussing his Paragon rank achievement. "I can definitely restore your constitutional foundation. Wouldn't offer if I couldn't deliver."
