Point-of-View: Fuo Wesroh
During: End of Goldway Arc
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"I'm...I'm almost out of Mana, I can't keep this up for more than another minute or so," I panted, doing my best to keep my knees from buckling.
"If I form ice under your feet, how long can you go on?" Inquired Azyl, who looked physically drained.
How much Mana does this guy have anyway? I was envious, but...I'd almost certainly be dead by now if it wasn't for him.
"In that case, I can probably go on for about half an hour. But aren't you low on Mana?"
"Yeah, but I can still do this much, it barely takes any Mana," He replied, wiping off the sweat on his forehead with a groan.
Barely takes any-...!? Grr, how was he so powerful!? I know now is not the time to get jealous, but I couldn't help it. He was frighteningly powerful, his lack of motivation or intent to show it off may be a blessing in disguise...
