The Fourth Circle II

On the outside, Artium continued to keep a vigilant eye on his surroundings. While Freya was busy forming her fourth ring of magic, she was in a vulnerable state. There were certainly a few clever creatures on the island that may use this opportunity to attack her.

The ancient mage also kept a close eye on the young mage as well. He had to react quickly if the mage failed again, and received any physical damage.

He didn’t fail to notice as beads of sweat appeared on her brow, and her forehead wrinkled. It was clear that she was having some difficulty, but there was nothing Artium could do to help.

This was something that the raven haired mage will have to do alone. Some more time passed, and the white haired mage continued to observe the area.

Suddenly, he sensed a great wave of mana rush out from the meditating mage and spread out into the clearing. The mana weaved itself into the surrounding landscape, mixing with the mana of nature.