No matter how Lucia tried, she could not still her mind. The Sword Saint had maintained that her erratic mana was the problem.
"You're too ungrounded. Do it again!" Valentus barked.
Lucia tried to clear her mind. Every time she needed for her mind to be quiet, it seemed to grow even more wild and chaotic. She couldn't escape this feeling that maybe it was beyond her ability. Valentine's holy magic was incredible. He could, without hesitation, draw out the most immense and steadfast mana Lucia had ever felt. She doubted she could do the same.
Lucia wanted to be stronger. She needed to be but self-doubt and anger kept clouding her vision. After several failed attempts, Valentus let out a sigh.
"What is that you want to be strong for?" He asked with his usual candour.
Lucia lowered her sword and reflected on the situation.
"I want to be able to save the Prince...." She began.
Valentus' eyes narrowed.
