Yes, the manas were merging.
They were getting much stronger as they merged.

It was not as simple as one plus one equals two.
Their merging seemed to not be reaching two, but at least four or more.

Becrock then looked toward Rosalyn whose face was still covered by her red robe.

�You asked if I was the person who wanted to be the Tower Master?�

He eagerly nodded his head.

�Yes. I am the only one who will become the Tower Master.�

He was the only one who could do it.

Becrock truly believed this to be the case.

Why?

�I am the person who figured out a way to merge dead mana and mana.�

He was a genius.

�It is a new law of nature.�

It was a new way of using magic that had never existed before.

�The living and the dead. Those two oppose each other but exist together.�

The mana that mages used was the natural mana.

In comparison, black mages used dead mana.
These two could not exist together.

Furthermore, society had decided that black mages had to disappear from the Eastern and Western continents. They were beings that needed to be eradicated.
Becrock started to smile even more toward the mage in the red robe who seemed less certain about herself.

�Did you know? Things that oppose each other create an even greater deadly force the more they clash.�

The living natural mana and dead mana.
These two opposing forces became much stronger as they clashed and merged together. This explosiveness went beyond all imaginations.

Crack. Crack.

Cale looked around after hearing the noise get louder. He could still hear Becrock�s voice.

�The East, West, and the North. This should be the situation in the other three towers as well.�

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