[ Again, he does the same motion to push together a second pile. Another slip of paper depleted, but it goes by too quickly, making it seem like he's merely pushing out a gust of wind.
He turns to look at her, a little sheepish. Well, might be the proper time to inform her now. ]
I'm a malak, a kind of spiritual being. We're born from untainted mana... that's what we call the natural energy of my world.
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[ Again, he does the same motion to push together a second pile. Another slip of paper depleted, but it goes by too quickly, making it seem like he's merely pushing out a gust of wind.
He turns to look at her, a little sheepish. Well, might be the proper time to inform her now. ]
I'm a malak, a kind of spiritual being. We're born from untainted mana... that's what we call the natural energy of my world.