It was refreshing, incredibly refreshing. Atticus had never felt so happy about the existence of mana and his ability to control it.
The result was completely instant as Atticus felt all his fatigue wash away as the surge of mana flowed through him.
After a few seconds, Atticus opened his eyes to see the form of the black mass shrinking on his chest.
Then, it became a moderate size, about as big as two tennis balls molded together. It was simply shaped like a black pentagonal gem jutting out slightly from his chest.
Atticus could feel the peaceful and gentle aura it was currently emanating, as though everything wrong that happened today wasn't its fault.
Atticus completely ignored it. Even though it looked like a full baby that just wanted nothing more than to rest after having a large meal, Atticus had no intention of leaving it to observe that rest.
He still had to check out and confirm just how powerful he had become.
