A bead of sweat appeared on his temple; he was too indulged in the act that he forgot to wipe it off.
He kept channeling his mana because he knew that if he made even a sliver of a mistake, his master will end up losing his life.
Leon's face was completely covered in sweat, body was shaking slightly as his eyes remained closed. 'Why nothing's happening?'
He didn't gauge enough courage to open his eyes, and his mind remained filled with thoughts.
They both continued it for a while, but later, something strange happened. A mana that was thick enough to make even a tower master gasp started to pop out through Leon's body.
Darian's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't let the feeling of shock take over his mind. His hands remained clinging to Leon's back, and the mana remained flowing neatly.
But Leon's mana started to take a strange form, started forging itself into a strange barrier which came between them.
