Mixed Spells (Part 2)
'Faluel attacked me non-stop while teaching to two people and keeping an eye on the others. What kind of monster can do so many things at the same time and yet have focus to spare?' He thought before losing consciousness.
'What a silly child. He could have quit whenever he wanted but his pride clouded his judgment.' Faluel said to Friya.
'Are you still talking about Nalrond?' Friya knew that those words applied to her as well.
Keeping up with Faluel's chat, showing her memories to the Hydra, and trying to accomplish each task the moment it was issued, had quickly drained her mana. Friya was already running on fumes.
'Mostly.' Faluel said with a chuckle.
"I need a break as well." Friya said, dispelling the mana strand and finding herself covered in sweat.
Her knees shook so hard from exhaustion that she didn't fall ass-first on the ground only because she was still sitting on her chair.