Elena's breathing was slowing straining as she was downright at her limit.
From the stands, Aiden leaned forward. "Use it, Elena," he whispered. He really did not want to see her go down like this.
Elena closed her eyes, and then slowly, mana began to flow back into her.
Thamoryn, who was just about to raise her hand to declare Fractured Stars the winner, paused. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched both mages.
"She can use the Mystic Field?" Thamoryn muttered in disbelief.
Slowly and steadily, her stance straightened again, and her strength returned with her grip on her staff much firm.
Ambrose's eyes widened. "What? Where is that mana coming from?"
The Ravens Grave section erupted into cheers.
"Yes! Elena!"
"That's our Elena!" Another voice yelled in excitement.
Even Elian, seated with the Grey Demons, glanced up for the first time during the entire tournament.
His eyes lingered on Elena for a moment before he looked away.
