Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Eleven
Wind rushed against Adam’s face as he fell like a missile.
His eyes sprang open, seeing the black sky above and the trailing bright flame of his flare, before he quickly reoriented himself and pulled hard on his raiment to slow down before he’d splatter against the green hill flying up to meet him.
Adam sensed a great many bodies filled with his mana below him and, as the many G’s of his braking manoeuvre tore at him, he swept above the swathe of the forlorn army that he’d devastated with his afflictions. Before the other soldiers could react or the Forlorn Shadow could reanimate the corpses he’d made, Adam pulled them to him, absorbing as many as he could into his armour.
Successive announcements from his cube rolled in, one after the next, before it simply switched to using numbers.
[11 Forlorn Elites defeated.]
Adam didn’t push his luck, and immediately shot himself back to the wall of Gothershall.
He soon flew past a white fog that stretched outward from the city like a welcome mat for the invading force.
When he landed back atop the towering wall, Seo-Yoon was still walking in a small circle while moving her staff through fluid motions.
“You look unwell,” she said. “Did it work?”