An elementalist needed to concentrate a certain amount of aether in their bodies to be able to combine and summon an element to do their bidding. For skilled elementalists, even a second was sufficient to 'start the engine', as Alterrans would call it.
It was just that every time Wazan attempted to do so, he'd be beaten up badly, and at a speed that was difficult for even him to follow.
If it were just someone of the same level, he would've had those few seconds to breathe, but the current enemies wouldn't even allow him to blink!
This went on for hours—the most torturous hours of their lives—stopping at some point in a clearing.
They were in pain, dizzy, and humiliated.
"We should be near now," one of the hooded people said. It was a female, which made them feel even dizzier and more disgusted.
"Yeah, stop here. We can't be seen dragging big men through the gates," another voice said. This time, it was an older one. "It is unbecoming."
