Chapter 459: The Battle of Pharel (3)
[Stop. Otherwise you’ll die.]
Aidan smirked at the gruff voice echoing in his head. The scenery before him was unlike anything he had ever seen.
Whoosh... Shhh...
The wind brushed against his cheeks.
The colors of the world around him were inverted. What was once white had turned black, and what was black became translucent.
This was an unfamiliar realm. As Aidan moved through what felt like a frozen moment in time, it seemed less like he was running and more like the world itself was rushing past him.
I’ve got no time. Of all places, why did Anchar have to be in the former principality across the strait?
[You should’ve used a magic circle. Overusing the power of thunder could burn out your body before you even arrive.]
The voice belonged to none other than Kungen, the Spirit King of Lightning. Aidan glanced down at the lightning coursing from his legs, leaving behind a trail of sparks, and smirked.
Who said this was faster than a magic circle?
[I did. But I also said it depends on how well you can manage it.]
Kungen let out a dry laugh, his amusement tinged with approval.