When Xion raised his head, his eyes caught the strange scene.
The view made his breath falter. He even forgot about the throbbing ache in his skull.
With wide eyes, he slowly reached out. His finger shook slightly as he touched the now three different manas twisting and tangling with each other in the air.
Until... there was no more.
"Damn it! How did I miss this!"
There was no more violent energy on the verge of blasting anything it could reach.
The mana was still murky, but it was lighter now, like black coffee with a swirl of milk.
And that "milk" in the coffee was his own mana, mingling with the green one.
It was like chemotherapy followed by a bone marrow transplant.
Xion waved his fingers, letting more of his mana drill into the mass of energies.
He watched how the entire palm-sized ball became lighter in color. Albeit slow in the process, the result was in front of him.
Xion realized why he had always felt that everything was in front of his eyes.
