The part about 'not having any mana' was a fact. The necromancer had used up a lot of his mana to defend against the attack. Although Zephyr was unsure if the necromancer still had enough mana to kill the villagers, he had reasons to believe he succeeded in saving them.
One of which was…
Zephyr pointed at his back.
"Do you see it?" He asked.
"What?"
"That's the point. You can't see it on me."
"The sword!" Suddenly, the necromancer raised his eyebrows and looked at the group of villagers standing far away.
Gale's sword was thrown onto the black stone floor of the temple. It lay next to the villagers.
Subtle mana pulses were flowing out of it, increasing in intensity every second.
"What are you doing?" The necromancer asked, staring with wide eyes.
"Duh! Saving the villagers."
"Wasn't the sword your trump card? Weren't you going to use the mana Gale stored in it to attack me?"
