Another sign of his fatigue appeared, Seisyll inhaled with some effort. The flame and all of its magicules vanished into thin air, both the wielder and his spell had their energy depleted.
"That's it me-king. The practical lesson is over for both of us I'm afraid."
Arthur was about to rebuke, but he noticed the omnimancer's dire state and understood why he was bound to rest as well. While Seisyll needed to give his body some rest, Arthur was no different, he hadn't given it much rest for the past week.
Between his dreams and enhanced mood spikes, his mageroot was more of an overflow steam valve than a tool to play with. Even though he was impatient to master everything he considered simple, he was eager to use the spells of his cherished mentor, but he couldn't afford to damage his body during its long process of recovery.
