Elara covered her chest and stepped back as her eyes trembled. Mana coursed through her circuits as she prepared for the worst.
It was the first time she witnessed Adam's emotions spill, and the spectacle of dancing lights suffused with potent mana made her heart race against her chest.
Fortunately, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a moment, the ambient mana stalled and dissolved into the air, leaving behind a tense silence.
"Sigh. Let's begin our training."
His metallic belt clicking against his wooden hips, he moved to the anvil.
"Demonstrate your best techniques with a few words of explanation. I'll replicate them afterwards while you correct my mistakes until it's perfect."
Elara's heart pounded in her chest as she nodded.
