Arthur rejoined his teammates and dashed alongside them, keeping the lance at his side glowing with a constant supply of mana.
So far, his flame core had shown no signs of flaring up like the days before, which was a good sign. The prince was starting to get comfortable with dispelling large amounts of his mana.
At the back of his mind, however, he still kept the ominous reminder that his magic was not infinite. This reminder was reinforced by the memory of the sharp pain that went through his sternum when he ran out of mana.
An explosion shook the Winding Forest, coming a little from their left, forcing them to adjust their course. Arthur's senses were still in the process of adjusting to the minute changes in the Winding Forest's trees that made all the difference when it came to misdirection.
His mind seemed split, focusing on several things at once… which, last he checked, was a bad thing.
