Chapter 3: Mana Specialist Origin
Seeing Nolan frozen in silence, Granfire's lips curled into a subtle smirk.
Slowly, steadily, he began pacing the classroom. Click. Click. Click.
His confidence swelling as he basked in control with each measured step that echoed.
He moved like a man who had already won.
"Let me ask you something," Granfire said at last, his voice calm, precise, like a lecturer addressing slow students. "Why are Mana Specialists important? Why do we even exist? What is our purpose?"
He paused, scanning the room.
No one answered.
The students sat frozen—some shifting uneasily, unsure whether to respond or simply endure the show of dominance.
"Let me enlighten you," Granfire continued, placing a hand to his chest as if reciting sacred scripture. "Long ago—before any of you were born, before even the founding of Silver Blade Academy—the Archmages of this realm made a grave mistake."
He spun sharply on his heel, pointing to the far wall as if casting an image into the air.
"They hungered for more. More power. More knowledge. In their ambition, they tore open a gate to a higher plane. A realm far beyond their understanding. There, mana existed in its rawest, purest, most volatile form."