Isiah raised an eyebrow. "Lower mages?"
Isiah's eyes narrowed as he leaned in towards the man. "Back in Emperium, they used to take the divine energy of those who level up," he said in a low voice. "What is the case here?"
The man, who had been trembling with fear since the moment Isiah entered his home, looked up at him with a defeated expression. "The same," he said, resigned to his fate.
Isiah's fists clenched at his sides. "And for what reason?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.
The man hesitated, weighing his options carefully before answering. "It's not like we need that power," he said finally. "But it's for a reason that even those of us who work in the domain don't know about."
Isiah's expression darkened at the man's words. It was clear that there was something deeper at play here, something that went beyond just the acquisition of power.
