Stepping into the Fourth Circle III

Freya continued to breathe heavily and sweat profusely as she stood on all four. She was not physically tired, but she was mentally exhausted. The mere process of forcing the mana in her core to take the shape of a ring was too much.

Trying to that twice in a row and failing was something that greatly strained her mind. She was lucky that she didn’t suffer from a mental backlash, and her mind was relatively intact.

Art, who noticed her abrupt awakening, rushed to her side and help her up, “What happened? Are you alright?”

He sat her down on a small rock, and wiped off her sweat with a piece of his robe.

“I am fine.” Freya replied, before explaining what had happened in the mental realm. She didn’t spare a single detail and narrated every single thing that she observed.

“Multiple waves of condensed mana, huh? Is it already at the stage…” the ancient mage wondered as he observed Freya’s condition.