Eldrian waited for the air to cool, using Aeraki to speed this up, while also waiting for his mana to regenerate. He had no idea how much mana the next spell would require, and as such he felt he needed to be in top shape.
To speed up the recovery, he equipped all his mana-boosting items, even pulling out Aoidos and making use of its active.
Five minutes later, Eldrian felt he was ready to attempt water.
This time he thought not of anger, nor of the absence of emotions as the aura of tranquility would presume ice required. Instead, he thought of isolation, despair, sorrow, and grief.
As he did, the water ball seemed to grow heavy. Slowly turning from a light blue to a deep dark blue. Yet, the toll doing this took on Eldrian was far more than the former. These emotions weren't like anger that searched for a way to explode.
Instead, they sank their teeth into his heart and crushed it.
