A few hours zipped by. Nox was already getting the hang of that mana stuff. He wasn't just letting his regeneration skill do its slow thing anymore; he was actively trying to push mana into his aching body parts.
It kind of worked. His leg didn't throb as much, and overall, he felt a bit more solid, less like he'd fall apart. He even tried to push some of it into his muscles while he ran. 'Maybe this will make me stronger, faster, or something,' he figured.
He was running through the city, or what was left of it, the map blinking away, supposedly leading him to this princess. The sun was up now, which was something. But as he ran, his brain wouldn't shut up.
'Why am I even doing all this?' he thought. 'Yeah, getting strong is cool, no more getting my ass kicked. But is that it? Just so I'm not weak anymore?'
