The dust from the massive explosion did not immediately dissipate from view; it continued to gather, like a heavy fog obscuring vision. Everything around became increasingly dark, as if this world was actively concealing its true face. Lynch watched everything unfolding before him, always feeling a sense of unreality, as if he were currently in someone else's dream. If it weren't for the increasing waves of muscle pain in his body, he'd almost shout to himself, "Wake up, you sleepy little mage!"
"Using high-level magic before my strength is fully recovered was truly a foolish move." Lynch clamped his twitching right hand with his refined gold arm, summarizing his new insights and lessons. "I've never heard of a plane that would cause such a massive spell explosion. If this disaster wasn't caused by me personally, I would think it was the effect of a legendary magic."
