The air inside the clearing was thick with tension, every breath tasting faintly of iron and ash. Even the trees that ringed the battlefield seemed to lean away from the unfolding storm, their leaves trembling as if aware of the power about to be unleashed.
With a subtle gesture and a deliberate channel of his mana, Auren activated the hidden runic inscriptions woven beneath his leather armor which he creatively named Manamor.
Faint blue lines lit up under his red and green suit, pulsing like veins of light, and the mana in the area shifted sharply.
'What's this?'
Austaire's eyes narrowed, her golden brows knitting in suspicion at the sudden, unnatural flow in her surroundings. It was as if the air itself was being dragged toward Auren!
Ovan's voice snapped into her mind, urgent and sharp.
'Princess! His armor,it's pulling in the mana around him like a black hole. He's preparing something dangerous. End this fight now before he,'
"Aaahhh."
