Theron exhaled, the momentum of a Ninth Resonance Gold Mancer causing streams of Dark and Water Mana to endlessly funnel toward him.
His skin glowed even as it healed in real time, his blood flaking off and falling to the ground in a rain of ash.
By the time he had stood to his full height, he was already back to 100%, his momentum so fierce that Venicin took a subconscious step back. Despite sensing his support coming from a distance, Venicin couldn't even hope to relax, his nerves stretched taut.
He had never felt this amount of pressure from a Gold Mancer in his lifetime.
Theron, though, hardly seemed to be paying any attention to him at all, slowly taking out a spear that swallowed all the light that touched its surface. Staring at it, even in broad daylight, somehow made one feel like they were looking at an object that was more two-dimensional than three, the twisting changes to one's senses confusing the mind.
