While under the watchful gaze of the villagers, the group eventually left town. The awkwardness of their party members' gazes and the hateful glares of the townspeople seemed to have little impact on Lucius, who simply walked along the paths without a care.
Desmond found himself in slight awe of the man, and one thing that piqued his curiosity was the sheer amount of mana that Lucius manipulated to make his threat. It weighed so heavily on him that once they had left the town and entered the woods, he finally brought himself to bring the subject up.
"Lucius." He asked carefully. "If you are truly Intermediate, how do you possess so much mana? You wear it like a damned cloak sometimes, yet others, I sense nothing special. How do you do it?"
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