A few weeks had passed since the meeting with the nobles, and things had been going quite well, almost too well. Morena wasn't the type to take periods of grace at face value, so she didn't slow down or stop working even in the face of temporary peace.
Instead she kept up her poison cycles; at this point she only had one left to do, and she was just waiting for the day to arrive so she could. For each poison cycle she had done, she had noticed small changes.
It wasn't until around the fifth cycle that she truly felt the density in her energy shift, ever so closer to what "mana" is supposed to be like. Once she felt it, she couldn't get enough of it.
Not only was it stronger, it was also easier to control throughout her body; she was even able to project small amounts of energy outside of her body's surface.
