He clenched his jaw and focused.
It was his first time flying with mana, and the reality hit fast—he was terrible at it.
He couldn't stabilize. He zipped from one angle to another, jerking in the air awkwardly. The propulsion was too raw, the force too wild.
And worse…
It was draining his mana far too fast.
His eyes widened as he saw the numbers dropping. The consumption rate was insane—much faster than he could reabsorb it.
From what he could calculate, he had maybe four minutes left before his reserves bottomed out. That was if he didn't get hit. His mana recovery rate was good—he could refill in about ten minutes, and it was only getting better with every level-up.
But ten minutes was a lifetime in battle. And he didn't have a lifetime.
Not wanting to waste another drop, he immediately cut off the flow.
Mana stopped gushing from his body, and just like that—
He fell.
The wind howled around him as he plummeted from the sky.
