Silvara finally exhaled and continued her explanation.
"That's because the mana you used during training was barely anything," she said. "Even if you felt like you were pushing hard, what came out of you was still extremely weak. At the tip of your Hoe, it only formed a thin layer—more like residue than real mana output."
Lucas blinked. "…Residue? That felt like residue to you?"
"Yes."
Silvara didn't sugarcoat it.
She tapped the flat of her sword against the ground.
"When you fight, your body controls how much mana it releases naturally. It won't let you exceed your limit all at once, so the strain is lighter. That's why you didn't collapse immediately."
Lucas frowned. "Then why was filling the Loticentra so different? I nearly passed out."
Silvara rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious.
"That strange object—"
"Hey, it's my strange object," Lucas protested weakly.
"Exactly," Silvara replied. "Which makes this even more ridiculous."
She crossed her arms.
