[Mana Points: 2,960/3,200.]
[Energy: 98%.]
Those four fireballs seemed useless, but it helped me determine my magic had become—magic blackened with another energy. Wasn't impure, but sure is… different. Ned massage the bridge between his nose. Yet, it seemed to add more strength to it.
"Still practicing this early?" A sudden voice called behind Ned.
It was dark, but not too much as it was during the night. Fragments of unsettling stark whispered Ned's anticipation. It was proposed. Since it has been six hours since Sisi left to scout the region for Ned.
"Just avoiding being rusty," Ned said. Clinching his fist from strenuous conjuring of his fire spell. The gesturing was livid; but necessary. The flow of mana was smooth with gestures. I really need to get accustomed by not declaring my spell. High mages would anticipate my attacks if I kept on doing it. Ned noted mentally. "Doing rounds, Cas'a?"
