"It's working!" Liam shouts. The excitement in his voice is unmistakable and completely earned.
He has every reason to feel it. The rain has stopped entirely. The snow on the ground is slowly melting and evaporating, the cloud cover is thinning, and pale sunlight is beginning to push through the gaps.
Fueled by it, Liam drives his teammates faster. They respond without hesitation, feeling the shift themselves, feeling the weather finally yielding.
He draws on Thea's mana harder now, pulling it faster.
I have never felt Thea's mana be this pure. No wonder she is the strongest among us.
In his excitement, Liam draws freely, generously, not once considering what rapid mana withdrawal actually does to the person it belongs to. In this case, the person it belongs to happens to have no access to it at all.
Theo, the one occupying Thea's body, bears every consequence of it.
