Rhabanz Dreau was a calculating man. At least, he tried to be in critical situations.
There was always an effective way to carry out certain tasks. No matter how dangerous they were, he would head first charge into it, if he found any.
That was one quality he appreciated about himself, and one of the reasons the current situation played out.
Sitting on his floating chair with the least bit of interest laced in his expression.
He let his gaze rest on Cadwin.
His body was wrapped in bandages. At least, the parts that burned from his serial attempt. Which was most parts, including his face and limbs.
Of course, other than physical qualities, the rest of him had been healed. Fixed to what it once was before the explosion.
Serial Mana Explosions usually come with a quick death, including those who were targeted by the individual.
It breaks apart every molecule of the body. Combining layers of energy in every form to Mana to achieve the greatest result.
