Outing [6]

Silas, who was in his room trying to manipulate and absorb the mana around him, could not help but smirk.

He could feel a certain gaze piercing through his tent's walls and watching him carefully. Watching every single magic molecule as it entered his body. 

'He knows...' Silas inwardly thought. He was certain that the elf teacher, Alazeed, would know about how magic worked. After all, his eyes were similar to his own, despite being far inferior.

"The ability to see mana... How fascinating." Silas smirked, his eyes fluttering open and staring back at the piercing gaze.

Silas' emerald eyes shone in the darkness, and within an instant, the man he was looking at felt like he was covered in hundreds of chains, each and every single one of them pulling him to the ground.

"I suggest you keep your eyes to yourself." Silas warned while fully knowing that the elf could read his lips.