"How dare you try to force the mana away from my control. I am a king. I am immortal!" The roar of rage that came from the immortal king came with a greater deal of mana.
It violently pushed against Walker's condensed mana form. So much so that some small pieces of mana were torn away. However, that was only temporary. Walker's will was unwavering. He was angry, yes, but he was not a fool. He had learned to control himself.
With a little more will, Walker began to pull mana away from the dense manas that the immortal king controlled. His influence over them was naturally greater because of his race. The immortal king could only begin to attempt to draw more manas towards him. But it wasn't listening to him.
