"Uncle Dino?"
Hutson's brows furrowed slightly. The name was familiar—too familiar. Could it be the same Dino the Sorcerer he had once known?
Elusha chuckled softly, her voice like the chime of distant silver bells. "That's right. The very same Dino you're thinking of. The one who brought you across the seas to the continent of Karag."
Hutson's expression darkened for a moment. So, she knew Dino. And not just in passing—it seemed their connection ran deep.
His sharp senses caught a faint fluctuation of magic around her, a barely perceptible ripple in the air. Weak. Even among first-tier apprentice sorcerers, her power was pitifully thin.
That was the cruel truth of the arcane path. Without talent, no amount of meditation could bridge the gap.
If Hutson had been cursed with a miserable aptitude like Fegal—a mere five points of potential—he would have needed decades just to manifest his first star in meditation. Climbing further, to second-tier, third-tier? Impossible.
