"Ah, how come I forgot about it?" All of a sudden, Lanmar shouted. It was a desperate, manic sound, as if he had just found a silver lining of hope in the middle of his blackest despair.
"Go ahead! Touch them! Hahaha! All of these run using our Mana! Humans aren't a magical species. You don't have Mana in your bodies, you don't have the magic spark! You can have our treasures, but to you, they are just useless metal! Hahaha!"
As if he had flipped a switch, the more Lanmar talked, the louder his voice became. He ended up laughing in that same grating, arrogant manner as before, clinging to this last vestige of superiority. He believed that the biological gap between their races was a wall John wouldn't hack.
