The Undying Warden

Luna took a step back, her mana crackling faintly around her, her mind struggling to grasp what she had just been told.

"How can that be possible?" she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. 

"Humans existing in a world like ours? Radiant mana shouldn't even be able to exist here."

Lupus remained composed, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the tower's inner veins of pulsating energy.

"You are right," he said, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of revelation, "But our world was not always the dying land we now know. The decay you see—the endless cycles of destruction—it wasn't always like this. Hundreds of millions of years ago, this world was near perfect, a paradise that could sustain radiant mana, and not a speck of darkness existed. How else do you think those immortal humans were able to live here?"

Luna's eyes flickered with turmoil, her thoughts racing.