After Dreha left, there was a tense silence in the room. Wide eyed lieutenants met the glares of the somber senior NCO's. Eric was the first to speak. He turned to Tryasche.
"Dragon King Trysasche, what is a mana storm?"
The Dragon king sighed. He looked out the window and held his hands up. Mana swirled spherically in his right hand, while in his left was a mass of mana chaotically revolving around itself.
