Mana could be another word for it, I suppose. Either way, this.
[Chibi shuts his eyes and holds his hand out to the camera, and above his palm forms a small, aqua blue point of light, which he grows and molds to the shape of a flower. But when she says 'dried up,' he loses focus, eyes snapping open and the manolia bursting into wakfu and dim blue light.]
Dried up? That's horrible! I can't imagine the effects that would have on the ecosystem. [Maybe the Eliatropes breezed through their world, once, on their giant world-sucking spaceship...? Goddess, Chibi has to shake that thought, lest a guilt sweep over him... Or lest he spill some Historical Eliatrope Secrets that people really shouldn't get wind of.]
Nevertheless, every planet that can support life has a reservoir of wakfu - or mana, as you put it. It's only a matter of how much. This place, for example, doesn't have nearly as much as my home... That, or it's being redirected somewhere else, or something of the sort.
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[Chibi shuts his eyes and holds his hand out to the camera, and above his palm forms a small, aqua blue point of light, which he grows and molds to the shape of a flower. But when she says 'dried up,' he loses focus, eyes snapping open and the manolia bursting into wakfu and dim blue light.]
Dried up? That's horrible! I can't imagine the effects that would have on the ecosystem. [Maybe the Eliatropes breezed through their world, once, on their giant world-sucking spaceship...? Goddess, Chibi has to shake that thought, lest a guilt sweep over him... Or lest he spill some Historical Eliatrope Secrets that people really shouldn't get wind of.]
Nevertheless, every planet that can support life has a reservoir of wakfu - or mana, as you put it. It's only a matter of how much. This place, for example, doesn't have nearly as much as my home... That, or it's being redirected somewhere else, or something of the sort.