Reynold kept flipping through the book pages. His brow was suddenly starting to furrow as his eyes shifted to the diagrams of mana control emotions that made absolutely no sense to him.
He was getting more and more frustrated that he did not know when a low voltage hum started his chest and he was feeling some energy moving inside him. His fingers were starting to shake against the desk.
Then his leg started to drum against the floor and made tap, tap, tap, tap sound.
"No... not in here," Reynold stammered, his voice suddenly breaking.
He looked down to his shaking hand in horror. It was vibrating more and the pages of the book began to crinkle
"Okay, Reynold," he hissed through gritted teeth. "You have survived a knife stab. You have survived the first set of the rider training. So you've got this. Just... breathe."
He shut his eyes tight.
"Okay Inhale. One, two, three, four and hold."
The pressure suddenly started to throb.
"Now exhale slowly."
