"Sigh. I must clear my mind." He said to himself, drawing deep and relaxed breaths. He had been meditating for three hours now and felt like his body wasn't going to hold this form any longer—he could barely feel his legs.
"Any hope?" Athelia walked in, chewing her apple loudly while staring at him. The smug on her face was enough to tell Arthur that she knew how hard this mana concealment thing was.
With an exhausted and defeated grunt, Arthur released the meditation form and fell on his back to finally relax his muscles that were now screaming in pain. "This is impossible," he said with a glum look. "I've tried everything, but I'm failing to contain my mana. Maybe it's an elf thing." He added.
Receiving no response, he moved his green eyes to look at her her. Seeing her eat only made him feel hungrier, "Are you going to say anything to me?" he raised a questioning eyebrow at the elf.
