"Kill him, Adomash."
The crowd chanted Zul'Rakhan's command with religious fervor. Adam heard them call Grash'Thul's name as if this orc entity had watched the battle, or as if it were the profane god they worshipped.
He took notice of it before focusing on what mattered: how had Zul'Rakhan brought both axes to his hands without using a trace of mana? Scrutinising the hooded shaman gave him no answers. Like in the tent, mana kept its distance from Zul'Rakhan, flowing around his frame like wind around a volcanic peak.
For a heartbeat, he considered Haldris. But then, he shook his head. What he couldn't feel from the rector was the space shift or even ripple when he teleported students. Mana still flowed through his mana circuits and erupted from his heart when he summoned the demon's soul trapped in his card. Not the same mystery. Then how?
