As I stand beside Jeriq, I stare at him with my lips widened, my eyes narrowed and my arms crossed.
I activate my mana sight.
I see the three colorless balls revolving around him. His three cores.
They revolve around him with speed that I can't even fathom. And as they revolve, the pure mana floating in the atmosphere begins to twirl, heading toward him with a feral haste.
I don't know what's happening inside his body right now. My mana sight only allows me to see the reflection of the core, so whatever's happening inside of him — like his cores dividing — I don't know.
But I know that the warm smile on his face refuses to clear up. And his posture is refined, reflecting his state of mind.
What a guy.
I turn off my mana sight. It's useless in this situation.
And as I turn off my mana sight, my mouth widens, but I close it. My gaze is fixed on him, never leaving.
Pure mana takes a physical form, radiating around his entire body as a warm, silvery hue of light.
