Manafagia - The Burden of Power - Part 2

The situation was becoming increasingly critical.

Atena's mana escaped her body in violent waves, turning the palace's entrance hall into a scene of chaos. Flames, ice, and debris spread everywhere, while walls and furniture were reduced to ashes or shards. At the same time, her body, driven by a primordial instinct for survival, eagerly absorbed the mana around her, draining the environment so aggressively that the structures around her crumbled, as if centuries of decay had passed in mere seconds.

Luana was on the edge. Her body, exhausted and on the brink of collapse, seemed to defy all odds by remaining upright. Her arms, blackened by necrosis and deep burns, trembled but refused to release the princess.

— P-princess... — she murmured, her voice weak, almost inaudible.

Atena did not answer. She couldn't. The princess, still unconscious, burned with an intense fever. The only sign that she was still alive was her faint breathing.