Finally, when it felt like he was pushing through a screen to something deeper than reality, he commanded the mug. “Move.” The mug disappeared from the shelf and appeared on the table in front of him. He sank down into his chair, taking a deep breath. Exercising his willpower like that didn’t leave him physically exhausted exactly, but rather mentally drained. It took intense concentration, and tired him accordingly. “And hence he earned his title,” Eithan said gravely. “To this day, legends speak of the Cup Sage.”
