It wasn't fueled by any magic; they kept feeding it to ensure it never died out.
Speaking of magic…
Something had been nagging at him since he arrived in this world.
It wasn't covert, but after spending a night here, he'd become increasingly aware of a subtle discomfort, an absence of something he hadn't realized he relied upon so much.
As he circled the outer edges of the settlement, keeping well away from the forests and unknown terrain, he eventually located a hidden patch of rocky ground that was reasonably concealed from view.
He glanced around to ensure no eyes were watching him, then activated his Armament skill.
Immediately, he felt a familiar drain as five mana points disappeared from his pool.
He paused, standing utterly still, waiting to feel the regeneration tick.
Except this time… it was sluggish.
Timothy frowned and opened his system panel.
And there it was, confirmed in sharp digital text:
[Skill: Mana Control] – Lv 1 (Passive)
