Quinlan cut through the smoke-stained sky while the city burned beneath him.
The pressure in his core had dulled slightly, making him feel slightly sluggish.
His breathing slowed despite the pace of his flight, chest rising in controlled intervals as he adjusted altitude and course with small shifts of his shoulders.
His voice slipped out under his breath, filtered by the helm of Synchra. "I'm almost tapped out of mana again… Massacring whole cities sure is hard work."
While he killed Archmage Harel in one move, it was not a simple one; he had to exert force to override the man's authority over the wind element. It took more effort than the fight's duration might've suggested.
Still. He didn't have any regrets about it. In fact, he felt great. Overpowering a man like that at level 67 was a real feat of power.
