Tales of Erion: Crucible pt. 2
Mik put his arms down and began to catch his breath. Even though it didn't look like he was doing much, the act of infusing so many weapons in so short a time was beginning to take its toll. He felt hollowed out. Living being were not meant to pass so much mana through their bodies so steadily. Or if they were, Mik surmised, then he sure hadn't heard the way to make it not exhausting.
He stood up, stretching his legs for a short while. With four more blades already done tonight, he had been making good progress on his current order of one hundred. But it still felt low. Perhaps the hollow feeling he had been having wasn't because of the mana, but the nature of the work.
It didn't matter. His intricately-infused blades were such hard sells, that doing this fast work was a far steadier income. Still, he relished the moments when he could work on infusing a blade the right way.
When this batch was over, he told himself. With those thoughts in his mind, he sat back down on his stool, held