Lord Galanhad was in his office. The windows were tightly shut, creating a dark environment, absent of light.
But it was only for a few seconds, as suddenly, his mana flared.
The steamy white mana flooded the entirety of the room, crashing against the walls and seeking space to expand, but he kept it together.
Galanhad was floating from the ground, cross-legged as he focused on gathering mana.
He remained like this for hours, then hours turned to days.
His pale blonde hair was soaked with sweat, making it clump to his skin, and his golden eyes were weary.
Cracks began to form on his walls, his mana no longer wishing to be contained, but Galanhad kept it in place, disciplining the flow.
After about a week, the mana finally began to settle down, and Galanhad's foot gracefully touched the ground.
When he opened his eyes, now that his mana was low, there was a swirling dark energy dancing around him like a serpent.
Galanhad smiled wide.
"Hello there… my friend."
