Theron's eyes shone with a violet hue as he looked toward the heavy spear sitting before him. Veins lined its sides as though the crow's feet of a much older being, pulsing with crimson edges.
He seemed to be straining against something, but the flood of Mana didn't waver in the slightest.
The process of constantly Entangling his Mana with the atmospheric Mana, and then pouring the latter into the spear, was a process that went much easier than Theron could have expected… at least at the start.
But by now, it had already been a full day, and even after the long sleep he had taken before starting, he was up against his own wall of fatigue once again.
The wall was approaching faster and faster, but Theron was only about 90% of the way through, and somehow this last 10% felt about as hard as the first 50%.
