Milo remained seated as the demon king paced in front of him. The cold snow burning into his behind as he lifted himself slightly off the ground with the palm of his hand. In front of Milo, Marcos and Dark had both been completely encased in ice, the mana running through each stone so potent they couldn't break out even if they wished it.
With their eyes tightly shut, Marcos and Dark remained still as the demon king lifted the stones into the air, allowing them to gently land and plant themselves in the soft snow.
"3 weeks", the demon king said, continuing to pace, "In 3 weeks I will have your mana control at the level comparable to Dark, any less than that and you will stay for longer".
Milo didn't understand what was going on, but he certainly wasn't willing to pass up the chance to be taught by a demon king.
"Whats wrong with my control?", he asked, confused as he thought he had reached a passable level for his age.
