Chapter 176
Grey sat cross‑legged, eyes closed in deep meditation, perched about three to four metres from the heart of the battle.
Even at that distance, the air trembled with the thunder of destruction—curses, booming bangs, and the crackle of magic explosions all reached his ears.
Yet his focus remained unshakable as he drew mana from the ambient world, visible as wisps of white energy flowing into his nostrils, descending to fuel his core—no larger than a clenched fist but thrumming with potential.
His inner core had to be twice the normal size for someone his age, a testament to the heavy demands of his fire and lightning affinities.
As he meditated, the core swelled from half‑capacity toward fullness, each pulse of energy making it vibrate like a hummingbird's wings.
Around him, the battlefield's chaos threatened to intrude, but he forced himself to remain still—every second spent here meant more power for the fight.
