"Seriously? You're trying to steal mana from me?"
Joad's face twisted in annoyance as he intensified his mana absorption.
The two opposing forces battled in secret, both refusing to yield an inch. Within just half an hour, the surrounding magical elements had been nearly drained dry.
Joad glanced into the distance, utterly baffled.
Who the hell is this? Are they that desperate? Fighting me over such a tiny bit of mana?
Muttering to himself, he dashed in the direction of the interference. As he spread out his mind power, an odd feeling immediately crept over him.
There, beneath a cascading waterfall deep in a nearby valley, a giant parrot rested silently atop a towering tree.
Its body radiated powerful magical waves, but its aura was unstable—clearly, the creature was injured.
Beneath the massive tree, bright red blood had pooled into a small crimson pond.
The giant parrot seemed to sense Joad's presence and began scanning its surroundings, eyes alert and wary.
