Gentle mana drifted across the room.
Riela was in the midst of her major breakthrough, and to Dragun, things were proceeding at an abnormally gentle pace.
Major breakthroughs, especially the first, were always tense. Even with soothing potions, the process was never easy.
Dragun stood behind Riela and watched, unaware that her soul had left her body and traveled to a goddess's pocket world. If he knew, he would surely have coughed up blood.
He hadn't noticed when her soul left a few minutes ago or when it returned barely ten seconds ago, even though his eyes were peeled on her.
As Riela's soul returned, her pace of absorbing mana increased exponentially, causing Dragun's eyes to widen. Was she holding back all this time? he wondered.
