To Eldrian it felt like he was back in the dungeon of the magic tower. When he had only started learning magic, more precisely his first time casting a spell near a Magic Crystal.
His mana raged, tearing at him. His heart ached, yet it pounded more and more as the aching increased. Eldrian felt like he was going mad as everything seemed to just be escalating in an endless cycle.
Itireae did not just stand and observe, she could see that Eldrian was actually being hurt. Blood seeping through his pores. Casting healing and rejuvenation spell on him, she hoped to help as she looked on in curiosity.
While the process certainly looked unpleasant, she could feel that there was something more to it. That this was a really strong reaction and maybe even a better step for becoming stronger. Yet seeing the pain Eldrian was going through, she quickly discarded this as a viable option for others. Most people would simply fail in staying conscious.
