The additional sense of pressure, along with everything else that Ryne's sea of consciousness had been through, made him completely different from any other Grade-3 mage on the continent.
The purity of his mana, despite merely being a Low-Grade-3 mage, was vastly superior to any other mage of his class.
In fact, most of the Peak-Grade-3 mages don't even have mana that pure or mana reserves that deep.
Suddenly, from a little Grade-2 mage who could be pushed around by any Elder of the tribe and even forced into submission easily by Raphael not long ago, he was now a mage that even Lumien had to be mindful of.
He didn't realize it at this point, however, since his immediate concern was taking a deep breath to celebrate his 'real' advancement.
Golver moved to his side as soon as he could after he fell on his butt and started talking to him over voice transmission.
Ryne nodded his head every now and then and assured him that everything was alright.
