The sound of the piece of Manathryll falling echoed through the room, causing many kids to turn their heads toward the leaf boy.
"What th--!? It actually worked!" Jiller exclaimed in surprise.
Lyrian smiled, jabbing at the ore bulge with precise strikes. More and more small chunks of gem began flying out like there was no tomorrow, landing all around Lyrian.
Students gathered closer in awe of the spectacle. They were jealous, of course. They wanted some of the ore, at the least.
After a few minutes, all of the ore in that corner had been dislodged cleanly onto the floor. Lyrian went along and picked all of them upright afterward, storing them in his ring.
'That was about 5 pounds. 500 Riftstones.' He mused, looking at the tip of his spear. It was roughed up, but not too badly.
The students continued to stare at him with puppy eyes, wanting a few pieces.
"Lord!"
