The birds had long stopped chirping.
Every single one of them, across the entire clearing and the forest beyond, had gone quiet, taking even the insects with them.
The wind itself had dropped to nothing, and the only sound left in the forest was the faint, continuous hum coming from the gold speck floating beside my right shoulder.
The air around it had been doing wrong for the past twenty minutes.
The space in a two-meter radius around it was hard to even look at.
The nearest patch of grass bent outward at an angle that had nothing to do with wind. The water in the small puddle three meters away was rippling from the pressure that little speck was radiating.
60 minutes of continuous charging at 60 MP/s.
That's 216,000 MP.
I had never produced anything that contained this much mana in my life.
The speck itself was barely the size of a coin, floating there, pulsating gold like a miniature sun.
