'Even my blink is on cooldown, damnit…' Dexter thought.
Mana swirled around him — crimson and burning — until it formed a tornado of fire, devouring all the oxygen in its surrounding.
If not for Dexter's ultra-gaming instinct and his familiarity with mana (thanks to Gridlock's training), he would have been consumed alive by the Fire Tornado.
Switching his teleportation sandals for cloth armor — one that granted five seconds of invulnerability upon taking any damage, no matter how small — he tanked the Fire Tornado, laughing like a demon in his absurd getup.
"You know, Fiery Mistress… or whoever you are, you just gave me a brilliant idea…"
Nika stared at him in disgust, her right eye twitching at Dexter's cringeworthy act.
'This perverted man — who looks like some random wizard who forgot his pants — still has the nerve to laugh at a time like this…'
