Atticus remained silent.
"They're twins," Whisker said finally. "And the reason I said they count as one is because, individually, they're nothing special. But they always fight together. Always."
Atticus exhaled slowly. "…Are they strong?"
"Yes." Whisker didn't hesitate.
A long silence settled between them. Then Atticus asked, "So… what are you suggesting?"
Whisker paused, clearly impressed that Atticus had already picked up on where he was headed.
A grin slowly stretched across his porcine face.
"Isn't this the perfect time for a power up?" he said.
"I'll teach you how to use your will."
…
The Zorvan's planet was a world of blue.
They were the overlords of mana. They lived in it. Thrived in it.
Mana wasn't just a tool, it was the very fabric of their civilization.
