The threads of mana disappeared in thin air just as soon as they had arrived. The guards were once again in possession of their bodies but scared to death. And rightfully so.
Evrin also collapsed in Einar's arms. The guards were breathing heavily as well.
It was.. taxing.
Damian had only seen the mana threads attached to their heads. He could neither sense its presence nor sense the mana of the controlled bodies being manipulated by a foreign force. The amount of mana had not changed, nor was there any change in one's mana signature. Then.. what was so taxing?
'This shit is way out of my league.'
Fourth rankers were once in centuries. What of the fifth rankers? How many exceptional, unique, talented candidates, righteous or villainous, had these people killed to become one? And even after becoming one, how many nameless fifth rankers had these people erased from history?
