The bundle hovered before Damian's face, pulsing with invitation.
"And be graceful, if you're going to move next to me."
The Behemoth's eyes narrowed slightly.
"If I am bringing you to the other Beast Lords, you can't be seen as a scrawny little monkey just jumping around from the Lands of Stone. It would reflect poorly on me."
...!
The Inkanyamba actually said such words!
Damian was surprised and intrigued.
A Beast Lord was giving him a technique!
He reached out and caught the bundle of Mana, bringing it toward his forehead as the Inkanyamba had instructed. The energy touched his skin and began to sink in immediately, passing through flesh and bone to reach whatever part of him was capable of receiving such things.
A wave of coolness washed over him.
He felt information and understanding infused in Mana permeate into his body, flooding his mind with knowledge that he had never possessed before.
As he fell, the voice of the Inkanyamba continued.
