"'Mana,' huh? That's not a term I've heard before." But there were infinite Shadows, and therefore infinite terms to describe what amounts to the same effect. Mana, magic, sorcery, chaos... None of these are anything Corwin has experience with.

At the gesture towards the antlion Corwin gives a vague nod, then glances out at his unicorn familiar again. As though she somehow knows he's looking, her head turns as she canters and gives him a slow, regal nod.

...It's unsettling. It makes Corwin feel like he's under a magnifying glass. As though some force greater than anything he is or will ever be is acknowledging his existence.

"I don't know how I feel about that, to be honest... I've only had brief interactions with a unicorn before. This one... I don't know what to do with her."