Chapter 236: Interlude - Ferro - Part 1
Lanoch’s departure for the Duat was a grand affair.
Surrounded by guards, Ferro was made to walk behind his owner, dressed in far flimsier clothes than what he wore in the harem.
Hifta basked in the attention but Ferro was far more demure, concentrating on reading his book as the palanquin bearing his "dungeon brides" was carried.
The mysterious commentator had some surprisingly witty things to say about subjects other than magic sometimes, and one of them was a quote that had been cycling through Ferro’s mind a lot lately.
Revolutions don’t happen with white gloves.
Perhaps the commentator had meant something else by it, but Ferro took it as encouragement. Encouragement to keep working, knowing that every little experiment and progression would build up to something greater.
Ferro’s pool of mana was still woefully inadequate compared to even a novice mage, but he recognized he had something few did, the capacity to completely "recharge" - as the commenter put it - within a matter of minutes instead of the hours or even days that most would take.
In fact, when he concentrated just right, Ferro could almost recharge in under a minute. What it meant was that while he couldn’t cast big spells, he could keep up a good stream of small ones, and the smaller the spell, the longer he could keep it up.
His usual method of training, thus, was to simply see how long he could accumulate water, and he’d gotten good enough with modifying the compression to gather a small but drinkable stream. And unlike magical water, it didn’t just dissipate as soon as the mana ran out, leaving one thirstier than when one began.
He was wondering how to conceptualize the high pressures that the commenter indicated could cut through even metal when a shadow passed overhead.
A dragon flew along the path of the parade, alighting at the entrance to the main tunnel that led below the Grand Colliseum, to the mouth of the Duat.