"Of course I have magic." Skulduggery sounded almost offended. That was something else he'd assumed would be a given here, as a talking skeleton on the back of a giant turtle. Apparently, even that could be called into question.

Mana wasn't a term Skulduggery usually connected with magic, but he could appreciate the comparison - particularly when he saw the demonstration. For the first time since sliding out of the meditation, his attention was truly captured, and Skulduggery put a hand on the stone next to him to lean closer and get a better look. "As a matter of fact, I have. I knew a sorcerer once whose magic manifested almost exactly like that." He nodded. "We don't call it light magic. Just healing magic, or... sometimes passive magic, I suppose. Much more defensive than offensive."