By the time the elf stopped speaking, Alex was looking at him as if he was a stranger.
Magic. It had been such a common thing back on Angaria, where even those without any background could get tested, and accepted as apprentices…although their means of improvement, from then on, might be limited when compared to those born with sufficient background.
Here, everything was different. Magic was something forbidden, at least in these islands, but as it was one of the most potent weapons in his quiver, he had done everything to sharpen it to its previous strength once more…and had been discovered in this manner by the member of an ancient species.