After hours of holding the shield, Archer had to drop it because he had run out of mana, but he felt his pool growing, which made him happy. Following that, he breathed heavily before sitting down with a sigh.
'I feel exhausted. My mana is slowly returning, but it will take a while.'
The women tried to rush toward him, but the strong wind and rain stopped them. Archer turned to the group and spoke with a tired smile, ''Wait inside; I'll be in soon.''
They all nodded in agreement as he turned toward the brewing storm, watching the fierce wind bend the trees that lined the beach. Waves pounded the shore while thunder rumbled above, filling him with an unexpected sense of calm.
The tension in his muscles began to ease as he watched, allowing the storm to calm the storm within him. His mana slowly trickled back, but his body had grown heavier by the second.
'I need to lay down for a while,' Archer thought while yawning.
