"You felt it too, didn't you?"
The Old Lich chuckled hoarsely, its voice drifting like a ghost. "The Magic Power within your body is being devoured by this world every moment, every second... It slips away beneath your feet, escapes with your breath, and slowly evaporates through every pore in your skin."
"I don't know whether this is the effect of some Magic Circle those bastards at First University set up, or whether this world itself has undergone some strange mutation. But I do know that in this world, every bit of Magic Power we use is one bit less."
"The Black Prison World is like an unbearably hungry oil press, squeezing every last trace of Magic Power from our bodies."
"Other than barely replenishing some of what we lose by eating the corpses of our own kind, all we can do is push our bodies to their limits, squeezing out the faint Magic Power hidden in every cell and every gap between our nerves... So you've seen the consequences of lacking Magic Power. It has turned us all into this sorry state."
"You must learn to walk on all fours and reduce the pressure your lower body exerts on the ground... The greater the pressure you place on the ground, the stronger its pull as it devours your Magic Power."
"You must shed every hair on your body, lower your breathing rate, and slow the evaporation of Magic Power."
"You must also learn how to squeeze that limited trace of Magic Power from every single cell."
"Of course, immense and pure Magic Power flows through the magma underground and among the heavy clouds overhead. If you can drink magma and feed on lightning like those Great Demons, you need not fear a shortage of Magic Power... But by then,