Nyx's POV
That afternoon's session was even more brutal.
Kael had decided that if the Council wanted to see me under pressure, he'd create pressure.
"Magical reserves," he explained as we returned to the yard. "Are finite. When you're exhausted, when you've used too much power too quickly, you need to be able to fight with whatever you have left. So we're going to simulate that."
"How?"
"You're going to create ice constructs continuously for thirty minutes. Walls, weapons, barriers—I don't care what, just keep creating them. Drain your magic down to almost nothing."
"And then?"
His smile was not reassuring. "Then we spar again. With whatever you've got left."
It was worse than I'd imagined.
Thirty minutes of continuous magic use left me shaking and dizzy. The world had a gray quality, like someone had drained the color from everything. My hands wouldn't stop trembling.
