It was an honor 

'I just hope they can make it... Please, be strong, you two,' Hera thought as she watched from a reasonable distance the battle of Julius and Baltazar. 

She could not know how was the state of their Mana Orbs, not even if she tried to. It was not the same as seeing their mana signature. It was just as impossible as a normal person trying to see with their bare eye someone else's organs. 

Hera instinctively put one of her hands on her belly, pressing it slightly. She could still feel her broken Mana Orb, like an injured bone that would never heal again. And, even if it healed, it would not be the same anymore.

'You cannot suddenly reach huge peaks of power without sacrificing something. That's the basics of Mystical Arts. Energy cannot be created out of nowhere. A recipient such as an orb can only take a certain quantity of energy accumulated. You cannot break the first rule but the second can be taken to its extreme.'