Chapter 93: The Elven Forest (2)
The black thorn, sharpened at both ends, was about one meter long.
Leon stared at the thorn, his eyes following the flow of mana being drawn into it.
The earthen wall it had embedded itself in had long since crumbled. Yet, the thorn remained unmoving, continuing to siphon mana from both Leon and Zirkar. It seemed that the wall had only served as a catalyst to intensify the thorn's effect.
Leon then noticed that the tip of the thorn was beginning to swell, as though it were expanding like a pouch, absorbing the mana flowing into it.
As the tip swelled, its sharpness dulled, becoming more blunt as the mana was absorbed. The pouch-like expansion continued to grow from both ends of the thorn, perfectly balanced without favoring either side.
With all of his mana being drawn into the thorn, Leon could do little else but observe.
The thorn’s ability appeared to be limited to draining mana, and aside from that, there were no other unusual effects.
A phrase spoken earlier by his opponent crossed Leon’s mind.
"Turn you into a slave, huh?" Leon muttered to himself. The man in front of him, Zirkar, a high-level sorcerer, let out a chuckle upon hearing his words. Zirkar was a large man with curly brown hair, not exactly fitting the image of a typical slave trader.
According to Jubel’s information, Zirkar had once attended the Imperial Academy as a gifted magician but had left for reasons unknown, never completing his studies.
"I wonder how long you can keep that calm expression on your face."
Zirkar merely stood there, observing Leon, as three traders behind him placed their hands on his back, nervously supplying him with mana.