"Cain..." the King stammered, looking at the lush jungle that shouldn't exist. "What happened to the drake?"

"I asked for ten percent!" Cain hissed, looking up at the sky. "I told the gods I only wanted to use ten percent of my mana!"

"Did he say ten percent?" the God of Magic, Reno, scratched his head. "I thought he said 'tenfold.' My ears aren't what they used to be."