Even though he was only Level 75 and hadn't yet reached Rank Four, there were very few Rank Four awakeners he believed could rival him in pure energy reserves.
After everything he had accumulated since awakening, his mana pool had long surpassed what should have been possible for his level.
Michael extended a single hand toward the sky.
Blackish-green magic circles appeared one after another above the High Drake.
One. Five. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.
The number continued increasing. Bone spearheads slowly emerged from every array, identical in shape to Varek's own spell.
Across the battlefield, Varek's expression finally changed.
"…Interesting."
His voice drifted across the frozen wasteland.
"But young man, I advise you to be careful. Just because you're at a lower rank than me doesn't mean I'll take it easy on you. To avoid accidents that could lead to your death, it would be better if you surrendered quickly."
Michael merely smiled and didn't reply.
Please.
