Tyrants of Earth - The Legend of Artigan

There was something oddly calming about working the land. After you got past the initial flush of sweat you could sort of fall into a deep rhythm. He used his aura to form a sizeable scoop and was flinging away literal tonnes of dirt at a blazing pace. He had taken off most of his gear and had the Obsidian Sect Leader’s robes hanging by his waist as sweat beaded down his well-defined body.

Ryan himself was oblivious, finding his rhythm in hard manual labor. It was the first time he’d managed to find his flow without going through his sword forms and he was fascinated at the feeling.

He focused on it, watching the way the faint web of Noxweed mana all coalesced to this single spot. He used his precursor skill [Arcane Seeking] and sent out a pulse of [Volatile Mana], it traced the root back down and he watched and observed.