Not a Father (Part 1)

Kamila's mana core had already gotten close to the bright yellow before giving birth and the training coupled with living over a powerful mana geyser sped up the process.

"Gods, help!" She cried in between puking and sweating a black tar-like substance that stank so bad that it almost made her faint.

Her abdomen felt like it was going to explode, the waves of bright yellow mana pushing the impurities out of her system from all of her orifices at the same time.

"What's hap- Seriously?" The Guardians said after coming and leaving in turns.

"I told you not to be so dramatic." Lith said while she puked her guts out. "It's just impurities and the breakthroughs between levels of the same color are the easiest. Wait to see what happens when you step to the next level."