Remirg Kryptos was panting heavily. Even in the ideal conditions of the island. Even the ominous prana enveloping the small chunk of land wasn't doing what it was supposed to do.
For Remirg, Basic Earth Manipulation was not basic at all. He had been straining for almost two days, taking breaks only for eating and for sleep. Rest of the time, just creating spears.
Contrary to his belief, this wasn't a piece of cake at all. The crafting, as pointed out kindly by the Simulator, took a huge amount of prana. And huge amounts of prana it did take, even from Remirg.
Out of his current 2000 MP, all he was left for today was just above 500. Being a novice at weapons was really becoming a nightmare for him. For the sake of it, in two days, he was just able to create a basic structure of what a spear should look like, only for them to crumble the very next moment.
Out of exasperation, Remirg wanted to give up, wanting to take a little rest.
