The mana leaking from his body disappeared. The air froze as an eerie pressure and silence grew between the two opponents. Even from within her protective barrier, Athelia could feel it. The fight was about to get messier now that Arthur had gained full control over his mana channels.
She grabbed a root from her pouch and chewed on it. The mana rich roots helped improve her increase her stamina and strength incase the fight got to her.
She tried to analyze the situation with a spell, but the intense pressure coming from the white orc and the boy made it hard for spell casting.
"The bastard has grown stronger than the books say he is," she noted, watching the fight enter its intense stage. "If Arthur manages to defeat the white orc, that would mean that he has the power to kill immortal beings. That would make him a false god-killer." She smirked. This was the princess' plan all along.
