Magic-Smithing - Chapter 117.6

... he fact that the ruins were utterly devoid of sound besides Tabitha’s and mine soft breathing, and everything was ten times worse.

I didn’t have the mana to keep my light spell going, so I could do nothing to combat the pitch black surrounding my unconscious companion and me. It also didn't help that I was feeling particularly vulnerable at the moment. Tabitha couldn't move, and I was dead tired; metaphorically speaking, I could only keep watch.

I was trying to pull in ambient ma ...