[Diana]
Although it didn't hit the same, the fact that Bell allowed me to create blood pills mixed with his mana for whenever I needed a boost of energy made my days much better.
Although I still need my daily dose of his fresh blood straight from his neck.
Ms. Morgan was a really strict teacher and an even worse master.
"Again," she said flatly.
Clenching my jaw, beads of sweat were dripping down my back. I focused up and in front of me, hovering a piece of ice that was no bigger than my thumbnail.
Even though I had very little room to work with, Ms. Morgan wanted me to replicate the statue that was in the training hall. The life-sized statue was carved with absurd detail and every fold of cloth and strand of hair had been rendered so precisely that it felt alive.
Her instruction was, "Replicate that statue until it is identical one to one."
That didn't seem like a hard task until she clarified that it had to be the size of a fingernail.
