Eric's knees buckled as his strength waned to its final threads. The world tilted slightly, and he stumbled, using the nearby wall as a crutch to stay upright.
"Damn it…"
His breathing came in shallow, ragged bursts. The once-glowing clover mark that adorned his pupils flickered out entirely, leaving behind only the dim hue of his natural eyes. The Three Clover Eye had finally burned through the last of its reserve.
Among Mystics with mana reserve, Eric stood as an elite wellspring of mana and control. In sheer capacity alone, he eclipsed the average mystic. Yet, the volume of mana that the Clover Eye demanded wasn't something quality alone could satisfy.
The bloodline Art, beautiful, potent, and cursed with insatiable hunger devoured mana with reckless abandon.
