"Those… those trees are Apostles?" Godfrey found himself stuttering due to the shock. He still couldn't believe his ears.
"The grave, Young King, is a teacher. And staring right at it, we saw our end if we acted. The order was stretched thin, we are the compass of our knights, they communicate with us, we are the reason their abilities work, their anchor. We created them, we maintained them, we strengthened them, but that had a cost. Mana."
The Chief Alchemist looked at the trees with a soft smile. "My name is Zaun. Blessed by the dew of the mana tree, I set out on a journey, moving with visions as my direction. It wasn't long until I met others and we, average men, set out to transform our world." Zaun smiled like he remembered those days.
"We had stopped being men. Every step didn't take stamina but mana. What ran our bodies wasn't stamina but mana. It was used on every single thing we did." He glanced at Godfrey from the corner of his right eye.
