Nicholas settled deeper into his makeshift seat, his expression growing more serious as he prepared to reveal information that would reshape Klaus's understanding of the coming threat.
"Unlike us who rely on the power of a mana core formed in our dantian or magic circles formed around the heart," Nicholas began, his voice taking on the tone of someone sharing forbidden knowledge, "those in Arkadia have a completely different cultivation and power system. They use a strange mana cultivation technique known as Starscraft."
"Starscraft?" Klaus repeated slowly, the word rolling off his tongue with an odd familiarity. Something stirred in the depths of his mind—a vague recognition that felt like trying to remember a dream. He could sense that he should know about this technique, but whenever he tried to focus on that knowledge, it slipped away like water through his fingers. It was as if a veil had been placed over his memories, blocking any recollection of what Starscraft truly was.
