I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

Lucy's mind began to churn, and at the same time, he kept a wary eye on Vorn, refusing to let another sneak attack land.

'I don't know why Vorn insists on helping me, or if I can even trust him, but that's genius. If I constantly circulated my mana through my body, it would always be where I need it. The faster I circulate it, the more my whole body gets enhanced. And theoretically, I could receive infinite power with my endless flow of mana.'

He kept his sword pointed at the relaxed old man, who seemed to be waiting for an answer. But Vorn could already see from the fire in Lucy's eyes that he'd figured it out.

So instead of wasting time with words, the elf moved. In a blink, he vanished, his speed nearly equal to Fenara's.

'The best way to learn is through pain,' Vorn thought as he reappeared behind Lucy.

Lucy, surrounded by the faint wind field he had maintained, instantly felt the incoming strike. But instead of using it to react, he dismissed the wind entirely.

'I won't learn mana circulation by relying on abilities I already know.'

Exposed and vulnerable, Lucy dived inward. He reached deep into his chest, to the core nestled beside his heart—a coin-sized sphere holding an infinite storm of divine white mana. He willed it to flow, to surge into every part of him like a river.

But it didn't. It obeyed only halfway, moving to the targeted areas but halting like water hitting a dam.

Vorn's fist slammed into the back of Lucy's head.

The blow cracked through bone and thought. His vision exploded in white as pain lit up his skull like a sun. His knees buckled. He stumbled forward on the obsidian, hands barely catching his fall.