(Zephyrus' POV)
-...
I stared at Raye inside the tent. He was still sitting in a lotus position, three monster cores on his lap—raging with mana.
SWOOOSH~!
His face was all twisted up, pain clear on his expression.
Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, and blood was dripping down from his nose, ears, and tightly shut eyes.
"Urgh...!"
He would groan from time to time, even spit would fly from his mouth because of the strain.
-'Kinda disgusting, not going to lie.'
I thought with a slight frown on my face.
Anyway...
Raye—
-'He's been like this for over a week now.'
Or more precisely, ten days, ever since he started this.
In the first few days, he struggled—badly. He was screaming nonstop, even after his voice was completely gone!
His whole body was shaking violently too!
I was ready to stop him, to snap him out of meditation if things got any worse.
But on the fourth day—
The screaming lessened. The shaking calmed.
