Atop the city walls, a level 3 soldier approached the turret, his steps purposeful and confident.
With a fluid motion born of habit, he placed his hand on the transfer panel, accustomed to the familiar sensation of mana being drawn from his body. He deposited 10 mana points, a contribution that once would have left him struggling but now felt almost inconsequential.
A smile played across his lips as he reflected on the change; what once would have been double his 5 remaining mana points after covering his basic needs, was now less than his 15.
"Ten points," he murmured to himself, a note of wonder in his voice. "It used to feel so much worse..."
As he stepped away from the turret, his mind wandered to the transformations that had swept through the city in recent months.