POV: Brance
Sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, Brance went over everything that had happened. Albeit brief, Cynrik had, for the most part, informed him of what was going on as he worked through the complicated process of locating the Dongle.
Cynrik left as quickly as he arrived, leaving behind an oppressive silence aside from the soft snoring of the Head Dean, who was still sleeping.
Luckily, while he waited, Brance had a lot to review. Before he had begun his Advancement, Head Dean Rimsfel had given him a lot to think about when it came to feeling and controlling Mana.
It took him nearly an hour to thoroughly saturate the room with the proper amount of HolyFire Mana. Even then, unlike everyone else in MyrkLys, who could release their Mana like a surging tidal wave, Brance could only muster a slow trickle, like a leaky faucet.