Mikhael gave Ezekiel his unwavering attention when the experienced knight explained the magic. He learned a great many things in the personal studies he's indulged in across the years, but none of the countless tombs and scrolls in the library covered something like this. It wasn't the comfy quietness he was used to when absorbing lots of information, but it wasn't the first time he was forced to do things on the fly. Being faced with this extremely tense situation, stuck in a dangerous and unknown place and treading on the edge of life and death, not only his own, but now two others. He had unintentionally started reverting to olden habits of his youth in the slums. His expression was that of constant unease and wariness, frequently glancing over his shoulder and the surrounding forest. He quickly caught himself and straightened out his stance once again.

	He nodded his head in understanding at the basic concept of the 'mana font', scowling upon being reminded that their already strained time was shortened even further. He was beginning to worry how Henry was faring in the clutches of their unknown kidnapper. If the boy was harmed in any way, he would never forgive whatever did this. His hand wrapped tight, the dark emotions stirring in his chest again as he began to doubt and fear for the worst.

	"Well, we better hurry then." moving under the arm of Lucas to help support the unconscious giant. He didn't have another arm, but he was able to snake underneath his armpit, "Tell me, is there a way to track the font back to source? Does it leave a trace in any way?" he breathed, "If not... we might have to try a more drastic tactic to lure out or little mage."